But his mother heard and blamed him brilliantly for feeling uncomfortable with the unusual voice of his precious only son.
"... welcome back. What's the matter, man? Looks different than usual..."
Shester excused himself in surprise and hesitation.
"What!?... No, it's nothing... why?
Shester painfully questioned her mother about a quote stuck in the answer.
"Why, because my voice felt different... I thought something had happened..."
"No, it's nothing. Same as always. Don't worry about it."
"Yes... I hope so..."
"It's true. Nothing really."
"Yes... that would be fine. Then take a bath. We'll have dinner when your father gets back."
"Okay."
Shester managed to stroke her breasts down to the bathroom, hoping to deceive her mother.
And when Chester slowly dipped in the water before returning to the living room, he opened the front door just in time and his father returned.
"I'm home. Whoa! You smell good from the kitchen, don't you?
His father said as he breathed heavily the scent of Fang (Kaguwa) cooking drifting into the living room early on home, spreading his nasal cavity (buckwheat) all over him.
The mother scratched a little and said, "Dad, do you have a bath?" He said.
But his father waved and denied, "I can't stand it if I smell such a good smell. Let's eat first," he said and immediately sat in the chair.
And when I saw Shester tumbling by the table, I spoke gently.
"Chester should sit down soon, too. Your mother's cooking always looks delicious."
Shester nodded lightly, shivering and sitting in the chair.
Then the mother brought one delicious dish after another from the kitchen to the table.
"Yeah. Looks delicious after all. Mother, you look great."
"You've said too much already. Father."
The mother sat herself down in a chair, saying it was not so difficult.
"So that's what we all did, and let's say we eat"
To his father's pleasant signals, his mother responded, "Yes," but only one Chester was a silent, mindless addition and subtraction.
The mother who saw it cared and told her father earlier that something was wrong with Chester.
"Dad, it's been a little weird since this kid got home."
Then his father said as he slowly returned to the table a plate of voluptuous, seemingly delicious meat dishes smoked (much) for a long time with several varieties of vanilla, which he was already willing to eat and in his hands.
"Shester, are you? If anything happens, can you tell your fathers?
Asked seriously by his gentle, honest father, Chester also rushed to make a desperate excuse.
"Yes, no, it's nothing... you see, my mother is worried... no, it's really nothing, you don't have to worry"
"Really? I hope so..."
That's how his father saw his mother.
The mother looked her father in the eye and said something after he had a silent conversation.
"Okay. But if anything happens, be sure to tell me then. I'll talk to you about everything."
Shester said, feeling at the same time the relief he had been able to do and the joy of being deeply loved by his parents himself.
"Oh, I get it. Mother."
"... then again, shall we eat"
"Yes."
"Yeah."
The father said with a smile after looking at the two faces alternately.
"Then... I'll have it"
They both followed his father's decree.
"" I'll have it ""
That's when the fun dinner began.
And this day's meal lasted longer than usual.
Though Shester didn't say anything about what happened today, he talked a lot about anything else.
And my parents also talked a lot tonight.
Fathers talk about work, about their work companions, etc.
The mother told me about the neighborhood.
The fun evening lasted forever.
And this day's meal became the last supper for the three of us.