"If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they'd think something had happened to your little brother."
"Look, they're already getting angry..."
The Woman in a white down jacket suppressed her discomfort.
"Maybe the purpose of this assignment is to teach them how to deal with situations like this."
"What kind of assignment is that?"
"That's too—"
"Didn't you say you had something to discuss with me?"
She interrupted her friend.
She knew her friend hadn't meant any harm.
But even knowing that, the expression and tone her friend used when talking about her little brother still made her uncomfortable.
She didn't want to continue this topic.
Nor could she continue it.
If her friend found out that what she had previously said about her little brother doing an after-school assignment was a lie...
That would be difficult to explain.
Perhaps too much time had passed.
Perhaps this memory had been too unpleasant...
In any case, she had simply forgotten it.
And now, at this moment, she remembered it again.
Hmm.
She shook her head.
It was better not to remember it.
It wasn't an important memory anyway.
It was an unpleasant memory, too.
Wouldn't it be better to forget it?
"All right, then."
The Woman in a white down jacket let out a breath.
"How you want to do things is indeed your freedom."
She now understood why so many people said boys were actually rather childish.
"But as your older sister, let me remind you."
"Show some restraint when you do this."
"You won't always run into people as easygoing as them."
"And when you do this, try to avoid people you know, too."
"They aren't strangers."
"To them, you're merely a brief interlude."
"But acquaintances will remember how you behave."
"They'll tell others about