With her strong sense, right then and right there, she could well picture that familiar outline of his face, looking rather unhappy and more like a grumpy dog which she loved so much and hated so so much.
Now the gate of the school was closing loudly. Only the three fi gures and the muddled reflections of their movements were left. It occurred to her that whether everything had been happening for years or just in a blink was like nothing really had happened. After all, her will was to see something she actually believed in, not something she had lost faith in.