After not seeing each other for a long time, my cousin treats me just as kindly as she used to. Yet her body has clearly matured into that of a grown woman. She moves around the room without wearing any underwear, plays around in a sheer swimsuit—her actions seem unconscious, yet somehow deliberate. I have no idea how I'm supposed to act around her. I pretended it was an accident and touched her breasts, but she just stared at me in silence. I can't tell if she disliked it or not. It was supposed to be a summer when something would finally begin, but in the end, nothing happened. The hot, humid, emotionally suffocating summer passes by.