"So, we'll switch places until Monday morning..." I've known my neighbors, the Hosoda couple, for a long time, and our monthly BBQ has become a tradition. This time, like always, we were complaining about our families, but Hosoda suggested we swap spouses, thinking that one who is lazy and the other who is sensitive might get along well. Rinka, who was put off by my overly meticulous nature, readily agreed, and things progressed smoothly. But with my unease, the day of the swap arrived...