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cherry. From the way she tore into it, it was clear that Mai was partial to this shop's confections. She had the same kind of intent look that Takanori used to wear when he was eating something he loved. It just about broke Ando's heart. He didn't even sip his coffee, but simply marveled at the utter concentration with which she wielded her spoon. Even if he could have convinced his wife to come to a place like this, she wouldn't have ordered a fruit parfait. She would have stuck to lemon tea, no sugar please, or something like that: she was always on a diet, and never let anything sweet pass her lips. But Mai, at least with her clothes on, looked thinner than his wife had been back in her better days. To be sure, his wife had gotten so thin by the time they'd separated that Ando had often had to avert his eyes; when he thought of her now, however, he always pictured her face as round and soft as it had been when they got married.
    Mai took the cherry into her mouth, and then demurely spat the seed out onto an oval-shaped glass dish before wiping her lips with her napkin. He'd never met a woman so fun just to watch. She munched away on the wafers, spilling crumbs on the tabletop, and then gazed longingly at the cream that clung to the bottom of the dish. No doubt she was wondering if she could lick it up.
    When she'd finally finished eating, she asked Ando what sort of tests had been performed on Ryuji's organs after the autopsy. It felt incredibly strange to be talking about the treatment of cutout organs to a young woman whom he'd just watched eat a fruit parfait. But here goes.
    Not long ago, he'd gotten burned trying to explain similar tests to a bereaved family member. There'd been a lapse in communication: the other person hadn't really understood what was meant by a tissue sample. The family member was imagining his loved one's organs in jars, pickled in formaldehyde, and Ando and he had wasted a lot of time in meaningless back-and-forth. Tissue samples were as mundane to Ando as ballpoint pens were to an office worker, but he had realized then that most people had no idea what they looked like, how big they were, how they were obtained, etc., unless it was spelled out to them. So he decided to start by telling her about tissue samples.
    "It's almost all lab work, you see. First, we cut out a small piece of the heart in the area where the infarction took place and preserve it in formaldehyde. From it we slice a smaller portion in the shape of a Sashimi and embed that in paraffin. You know, wax. Then we slice from that a microscope specimen, take the wax off, and stain it. Then we have a tissue sample, which we send off to the lab for analysis. After that, it's just a matter of waiting for the results."
    "So I should imagine a thin slice of the organ squeezed between two glass plates?"
    "That's about right."
    "And that makes it easier to examine?"
    "Of course. We stain it so its cellular structure can be examined with a microscope."
    "Did you have a look?"
    A look? At what? Ryuji's cells, of course. Regardless, Ando thought Mai's question had an odd nuance.
    "I gave it a quick peek before sending it off to the lab, yes."
    "How was it?" She was leaning forward now.
    "There was a blockage in his left coronary artery, just prior to the left circumflex branch. The blood couldn't get past it, and Ryuji's heart stopped. As I think I explained, we took circular sections of the tissue in question and examined them under a microscope. I was surprised by what I found. You see, usually, when there's a heart attack, what's happened is that the arteries have hardened: cholesterol or other lipids have built up, narrowing the passageway, until one of these atheromas breaks off, clogging the artery. But in Ryuji's case, while there was blockage, it wasn't due to hardening of the arteries. That much was clear."
    "So what was it?" Mai's question was short and to the point.
    Ando's answer was just as concise. "A sarcoma."
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