Still Walking Page #3

Is it a work call?

Yeah, well...

I got a rush job

from the Setagaya Museum.

- An oil painting?

- Yeah, something like that.

I saw an article in the newspaper

about painting restorers.

It said "Painting Doctors."

Which paper?

I can't remember.

I'll send you a copy.

You say that, but you've

never once sent me one.

Sorry.

Well, I'm hardly

as important as a doctor.

It's not so much medical care

as it is "anti-aging."

How lovely.

Can you help me?

What's that "anti" something?

I think you're past it, Mom.

You're so youthful,

you don't need it.

I'm not so sure I could help.

So I'm the only one left out?

My line of work is finally

getting the spotlight.

There are more students

studying it at my alma mater.

But when it comes time for jobs,

it's competitive.

Apparently.

You always

had such nimble fingers.

- You can really drink!

- I take after my mother.

Yukie-san could drink too.

You could match her.

My brother's wife.

I wonder where she's living.

The address on her New Year's

card hadn't changed: Tokorozawa.

Wonder how she is.

If they'd had children,

we could invite her.

Now that she's remarried,

she can't really visit.

In some ways it was good

they hadn't had children yet.

A widowed single mom's

harder to marry off.

Luckily a wonderful man

wanted me.

No, no, we're lucky

you took him.

That's not for you to say.

Yukari-san, would you like to see

Ryota's childhood pictures?

Yes, please.

You'd show her

even if she didn't.

I want to get some

of the pictures of me in college.

Atsushi, you too.

Did it break?

Did you break it open?

Not yet!

Not yet.

We'll leave the two doctors

to discuss things.

What about -

What happened with repairing

the Takamatsu-zuka murals?

Restoration, not repair.

There was a long dispute

about whether to preserve

the tomb as is or to conserve

that national treasure, that mural,

Asuka Beauty,

that they made into a stamp.

Ultimately, the Ministry of Culture

ruled to dismantle it,

in a rare upset

for local cultural preservation.

It'll take at least 10 years to -

That's a precious plant!

Don't do that!

Sorry.

Are you making a living?

Enough to support

a widowed single mom.

There.

Hit it!

There's a crack!

- Wow.

- It broke open.

It's hard to believe, but they

used to go to concerts together.

Classical music.

Dad's so impatient,

he'd walk fast and get way ahead.

We were always racing

to catch up with him.

Look, Mom.

You're in Hibiya Park.

You look like you're in love.

Back when

I didn't know anything.

This is just the three kids in this yard.

This is Ryota.

- Let's see.

- Was he Atsushi's age?

I think about fifth or sixth grade.

The crape myrtle's still small.

We planted that

right after we moved here.

The flowers were a brighter red

than they are now.

You think?

This is when

we all went clam digging.

This is Junpei.

This is Ryota.

Say, he looks like he's crying.

Whenever he heard,

"Look at the camera and smile,"

he would just

freeze up like this -

But he's really lightened up

since back then.

- Is that true?

- We owe it to you.

Not at all.

Oh look, an essay.

From when Ryo was in grade school.

"When I grow up,

I'm going to be a doctor

like my father.

My brother will be a surgeon.

I'll be an internist."

Did you know this?

No, never.

I was sure he always

wanted to be a painter.

"My father always wears

his white lab coat.

When a patient calls,

even at night, he takes his bag -"

Don't read that.

Who cares?

Why are you so embarrassed?

You don't need

to keep this stuff around.

See?

He can be exactly like Dad.

He just takes things seriously.

He can't compromise

the way Junpei could.

If one of them had taken over

their father's clinic,

things might have been different.

- Let's have some watermelon.

- Good idea.

Put these away.

Everybody line up now.

Okay, okay, picture, picture.

Come here.

- Look, Mom.

- What? It's so dirty.

- A chocolate stain.

- It'll stand out.

- Wear it inside out.

- No.

Please cover it up then.

It looks so dirty.

Grandpa,

please stand to the side.

Where are you going, Mom?

Sorry, we're all here now.

It's not a funeral.

That's bad luck.

It's fine. Besides,

we're all here because of him.

I know, but -

You're not in it, Grandpa.

Grandpa, please step in

to the left.

Just a little more.

Grandpa.

Did he go to the bathroom?

- We can add his memorial photo later.

- He's not dead yet.

Smile, everyone.

You too, Ryo.

And he's laughing.

- We're off!

- Watch for cars!

Is it hot?

Knock, knock.

Do you have to do that now?

Why?

Why don't you come

talk with us?

About what?

It doesn't matter.

Like about preserving tombs,

or whatever.

Ryo was worried.

About what?

How you feel about his wife.

It's his life.

Let him do what he wants.

You're so cold.

You weren't like that with Junpei.

Of course not.

He was my heir.

Ryo left the family.

What?

It was my hard work

that built this house.

Why do you call it

"Grandma's house"?

He's so petty!

Oh, there's a trick to that.

If you go like this,

and then at the right spot -

Then to hold it in place,

you do this.

Says he doesn't want any.

Says tempura's

all he wants to talk about.

Just leave him be.

He'll come back when he's hungry,

just like your crows.

They only come

on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

He's still a kid,

even at his age.

Oh no.

Guess even tunas take naps.

He just finds

the tatami floor relaxing.

Yeah, our house

doesn't have any tatami.

You should get some.

Impossible.

Our house isn't built that way.

Which is why when we move here,

we'll build a tatami room.

When are you moving?

Hopefully before Mutsu goes

to junior high school.

It's not definite yet.

But I showed you the blueprints.

Don't catch cold.

Like they say, when you age,

it's best to live with your daughter.

Depends on the daughter.

An ashtray...

We'll live together

but keep separate kitchens.

Of course we're happy to eat

whatever you cook.

All I'll do is look after you.

I might as well be a maid.

The body of Hagiwara Mikio,

a 53 year-old employee from Yokohama,

was discovered today on the beach...

Oh no.

It's supposed to be autumn.

The night before,

he had made a rare visit alone

and stayed over.

That day,

he was shining his shoes.

Suddenly he said,

"I'm going to the beach."

By the time I said,

"Be careful" -

We're home.

- Where were you?

- A secret.

- You're sweaty.

- Here.

- You didn't pick it.

- No.

Only his beautifully polished shoes

were left behind.

I'll never forget

the sight of his shoes.

Have ice tea, not ice cream.

If only I'd said

something to him sooner.

- Here we go again.

- Oh let me, at least today.

If only it were just today.

He didn't have to save him.

It wasn't even his own child.

Maybe I'll fix us a snack.

No, we've had plenty.

Well, you're all here.

After you pat it round,

use your thumb to make a belly button.

Here's another one.

What's that?

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