who had spent last days together with them so intimately.Letters from us...Addressed to the deceased girls' families.Letters written in past tenses.A kindness that somebody from somewhere had come up with for our sake.That was our work of mourning.Looking back now...-sama's FatherDear Sir,And then...Under an empty bed.It's how you sleep...Like a comb missing its teeth.It's how the seat becomes vacant...consort's sinking is?What do you think...