"No, no way!" Taira Sakurako was a bit panicked; her joyful solitary life was ending before it even began: "What I mean is, there's no need to be in such a hurry! Doesn't Fushimi Roku hate staying up late? He definitely wouldn't want to get on the car... Oh right, did you two reconcile?"
Minamoto Tamako thought to herself that her guess was right, Sakurako was hiding at home because of their argument: "We made up... it was just a small misunderstanding, rest assured, we'll be going back soon!"
With that, she hung up the phone, patted Fushimi Roku on the shoulder, and urged him to quickly go home and pack their bags.
Fushimi Roku and Taira Sakurako had packed their luggage, but her belongings remained untouched at the old house.
Not to mention those two sets of kimonos, which absolutely had to be brought back to Tokyo intact, to personally return to mom, otherwise mom might roast her alive.
