"No!"
"Remember," Hanamaru's mother patted the blanket.
"I can't remember! I can't remember!" Hanamaru Hanabi's little legs swung back and forth, constantly knocking against the bed board.
"Stubborn."
Hanamaru's mother said with a smile, even though she knew it wasn't really stubbornness, just the natural resistance of a shy little girl, embarrassed by some of her comments. That's why she had such a bashful look, unable to take in the words.
"It's not stubbornness!"
Hanamaru Hanabi sat up, hugging the blanket, her cheeks bright red, and her soft hair a little disheveled across her face. "Mom's the worst, asking... asking such questions..."
"What's the big deal," Hanamaru's mother said unconcernedly, "I'm just interested in your life. I'd be surprised if little Sakura hadn't done it."
Hanamaru Hanabi muttered weakly, "What kind of mom is interested in whether her daughter and her husband do it... Ugh! Annoying! Mom, you're the worst!"
She interrupted herself at the end.
