My husband, who was in a good mood after being evaluated by the company's assessment, was giving a small celebration at the tavern in front of the station on the way home from work. He hit it off with a gutsy middle-aged man named Ikeda, who happened to be drinking at the next seat, and invited Ikeda to his home, saying, "Yes, if you don't mind, Mr. Ikeda, why don't you drink again at home after this?" "Are you sure?" In fact, the man named Ikeda was a big man who had just been released from prison after serving six years in prison that day.