"Oh," Ritsu said, with a definite lack of enthusiasm.
"Yes. She said that they had been knitted by a samurai and were haunted." His mother moved briskly round the kitchen as she spoke, measuring out tea. "She said that she was sure you could help."
"Oh," Ritsu repeated, wondering if he could get Aoarashi to eat them.
"But I'm afraid that they fell to pieces when I put them in the wash," his mother added apologetically. "They were very dirty."
"Don't worry," Ritsu said cheerfully. "These things do happen."
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