On Thu, 3 Jan 1980, Elizabeth Christian wrote:
: Obvious the invitation set me off. It's not like I'm normally an
: unreasonable person. Everyone knows that. Ranchan certainly knows that.
: You don't see him having heart-to-hearts with the others.
[snip]
: Once the idea fully appeared, it speard quickly. This wouldn't be a problem
: if it weren't for her. I could end this farce now if I remove her from
: play. If I get rid of her, no one would ever take Ranchan away from me
: again. I put on a happy face, and acted.
:
: Now he won't talk to me. Now they hold hands at lunch, and blush when
: people notice. They laugh together. (and it's not at me, really it's not.)
: He gets in trouble for passing notes to her. They wander around town
: together watching people, windowshopping, eating food. They don't eat
: okonomiyaki, though. They probably don't eat gyouza either, but I don't
: care about that. Ranchan won't talk to me.
: This is a spur of the moment thing. I hope it's not too soggy.
<sigh> Well, obviously you, too, susbscribe to the "It's
slapstick humor for 38 Volumes - but in the *last part*, suddenly
the same thing is a murder attempt" theory. I've never been able
to see it that way (and I am not a hopeless Ukyou Fanboy, either.)
Apart from that it was a refreshing, short, well thought-out fic.
Exactly the kind I enjoy. :)
Sebastian