Good thing I know next to nothing about Greek literature, and don't know
what this is going to be about. ^_^
* * * * * *
What had been a hot afternoon was becoming muggy as Yusaku
walked home from the university; most likely is
it
was going to
rain heavily that night.
So why the heck, Godai thought, was Mr. Yotsuya heading out
right now?
Because he's mysterious. It's just what he does.
"Greetings, Young Godai. I see you have returned from the
hallowed halls of higher education to grace us with your
prescence for this evening's revelry. I look forward to
your gracious hospitality."
Heh. That's classic Yotsuya
"Hey, kid, how's it going?" came Mrs. Ichinose's nosy voice
as she greeted him in the hall holding a laundry basket, a
towel draped over her shoulder, looking
shoulder that looked (works a little better to me, but it could be just a
style thing.
"A party in your room? Sounds like a great idea!"
He just can't win for want of losing.
Godai trudged upstairs, his pack banging on each step as he
climbed. He had knocked on Kyoko's door without answer,
either because she wasn't home, or Mrs. Ichinose lied (most
likely, he thought),
I don't know. I don't really recall her as ever lying. She enjoys blabbing
the truth.
or he was *really* in trouble. Either
way, he knew he was going to lose.
But he wouldn't be Godai if he didn't.
"Godai!" came Kyoko's voice again; on Akemi's door, his head
sounded exactly the same as his fist had.
heh
was fulfilled, and after they died, two trees grew in the
place their house was to celebrate them. It is said in
Greek myth that those trees took and contained their souls,
and still stand today, living together for eternity."
In reality, they were chopped down two years after they had grown and were
used for firewood.
The teacher walked over to the window and looked out
wistfully, the ring his
ring on his
* * * * * *
Some people in this world never really know when the gods
shine on them.
Heh. Too true.
Very nice. An interesting read.
D.B. Sommer