There was a man named Nakamura living next door to us. Apparently, his wife and child had just run away from him, and from the outside he looked like he had really bad luck; he was a middle-aged man who gave off a negative aura. Then, one day, my wife told me, "Nakamura, our next door neighbor, hurt his leg while at work." I gave a wry smile and overlooked her actions, which seemed to me like she was taking on more than necessary to look after our unfortunate neighbor, but...