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Yashiro was sitting on the couch with my sister, watching morning cartoons. My eyes slid over her and fastened on Yashiro. “Where did she get a hammerhead shark onesie?” I thought. Not even OKEA had those. I should know I’d bought Adachi a Blåhaj onesie there.
My sister’s friend was quite the sight in her onesie and with an enormous bar of Burkina chocolate—lavishly smeared all over her face.
I sat down next to them, ignoring the panda dancing on the TV screen. “Where did you get the chocolate?” I asked. Not that I really cared. I was just wondering who would spend that much on chocolate when Yashiro would be happy with anything.
“It’s Chocolate Day, so I gave it to myself. Want some?” So saying, she shoved the goopy end of the bar toward my face.
“It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re supposed to give chocolate to the person you care about most, not yourself.” Though I suppose, if the person you cared about most was yourself, it might be okay. Nah, I don’t think so.
She promptly handed the bar to my sister. Somehow, it was now completely wrapped. Yashiro was a mystery.
Then, looking at me expectantly, she said, “Your turn.”
That girl! What she meant was that she expected chocolate from me. “Maybe later,” I thought. I had things to attend to. Adachi’s expression of joy came to mind.
“Not until you wash your face.”
She hid her face for a second, then looked up. Sparkles danced around her smiling, clean face as she said expectantly, “Okay.”
“That’s not washing.”
As she left for the bathroom, I made my escape. I had to hurry. Adachi would be expecting chocolate, and I’d never gotten around to buying her any.