the widow of a middle-aged man flocking in 50 storms.

He was ahead of his husband, who ran a small construction company. One day, when I can't heal my heart wounds, I visit Takagi Gashinobu, the managing director of my husband's company. I was asked to live in this house by two employees who were forced out of the house because they couldn't get paid because of management deterioration, and I agree with them. A few days later, I felt anxious by the men who read the horse racing newspaper that ate alcohol from daytime saying there was no work. And that night, the anxiety is in the midst of anxieties. The desire of a middle-aged man enviouss the widow of tragedy.