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The thickness of age showed on her body, and like Matsu’s, there was a certain strength in it. But it was Fumiko’s face that captured my attention. It was one I would have loved to paint. She was beautiful, not in the way that Tomoko must have been, nor did she have the roughness of Matsu. Her attraction wasn’t in the form of perfect features, but from the deep wrinkles, age spots, and eyes that have seen much of what life has to offer. Fumiko had a face that had been enriched through time.
“I’m very happy to meet you,” I bowed again.
“You are just as Matsu described you,” she said, looking toward him.
“And how did he describe me?” I asked, speaking louder, above the noise of the crowd.
“That you looked just like your oji-san.”