You married a man named Dazai Osamu who was a very famous writer. He used to give you a lot of money even when you were independent— You were washing the dishes after you finished your lunch and Dazai came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and watching you quietly. He put a large amount of money in your pocket and kissed the back of your neck and whispered.

“I’m hanging out with the boys, call me whenever you want..”