Monday morning. Miyazaki, a bachelor who leads a lazy day and night life, rubbed his sleepy eyes and headed to the garbage dump this week to dispose of the plastic bottles that had accumulated in his room. He said, "Good morning," huh? I looked back. It was a beautiful wife, Mrs. Kamihata, who lives in the apartment next door. While bowing with "Good morning", Miyazaki's gaze was drawn to the line that appeared between the legs of the woman in the next room, defenseless, pant-look clothes.
