She came home, ate lunch, and lied down by saying, “Ah, it’s so hot that I don’t feel like doing anything.” But lying down, she didn’t forget to speak to herself (or order me), “Ah, I have to spread ume (plums) on bamboo sheets to dry,” loudly enough for me to hear. Then, I couldn’t help saying, “OK, OK. What can I do for you?” Mom was still lying down but said, waving her fatty arm, “There are three buckets of ume in the hallway and bamboo sheets in the garage. Spread ume one by one, using chopsticks, on the bamboo sheets.” In the end, I did that by myself. Geez.
