"I see. I trust that had the intended effect. No doubt all for the best." The caller, details aside, is keen to endorse his host.
"The problem though, Suzuki, is he's obstinate to his core. Even at the school, from what I hear, he speaks not a word to Fukuchi or Tsuki. One might take his silence as humble deference, but the other day, with no particular provocation, he came after our houseboy with his walking stick -- can you imagine, a man of thirty carrying on so? He must have some screws loose."
"Indeed. What would trigger such recklessness ..." The caller seems somewhat incredulous.
"Well all the boy did, as he tells it, is make some remark in passing. That's when the man came rushing out, in bare feet no less, brandishing his stick. Whatever the boy may have said, he's still just a boy, is he not? The other party's a grown man, with whiskers on his face, and a teacher to boot."
"Indeed. For a teacher to act so," the caller concurs. "For a teacher to do that," Mr. Kaneda adds. The three of them, it seems, have landed on a common contention. A teacher, however affronted or offended, must grin and bear it.
"Then there's that Meitei, a complete and utter kook, spouting out copious lies. Oddest man I've ever met."
"Meitei, huh? Still talking it up, is he? I take it he was there at Kushami's. Don't believe a word he says. He was part of our group, back in the day, who shared kitchen duty. His antics were too much, and we often butted heads."