My wife, who works as a part-time clerk at the factory, asked me, "I'm having a barbecue with everyone at the company next time. May I go?" I saw him off, saying, "Why don't you go?", But as soon as my wife came home, I felt a little uncomfortable because she was taking a shower while it was bright. A few days later, I opened the envelope that said, "This is a picture of the barbecue the other day," and I fell ill. A naked wife, peaceful with a smile, was in the picture.
