Stands on runningboard, his arms around her neck, this small boy who hangs on to her. Their red shirts two different reds. Dust beneath them pushed up, across. Shige holds her package, fans her face and neck. Walks quickly, slowly, stops, fans herself again.
Switches package hand and fan hand, then switches back.
Her arm lifts, falls, the fabric folding, unfolding. At the intersection, Chieko looks down at Shige's parcel. Together, moving their fans slowly through slow air. Gravity comes down on you, you can feel it in your liver. But it doesn't affect everyone the same way.