Two weeks after I ceased to work, Mr. Rinno, a longing woman boss, worried about me and visited me at a fixed time every day. Mr. Rinno came today, even though the typhoon struck me as thought that it would not come true. When I opened the door the umbrella broke and Mr. Rinno was standing in the bisho-bashi. "I was worried after all ... I was worried ..." The rain breeze gradually got into the house, the rain breeze gradually became intense and the train stopped, I was going to spend the night with Mr. Rinno alone Become….