I paused for a moment, considering the right choice of words so I wouldn't offend the person on the other end of the line. "Sorry, are you really the bookstore owner's first daughter?!"
There was laughter there. "Yes, I am his daughter. I told you, didn't I, that I was his first daughter?!" She laughed lightly again after that. Meanwhile, I was getting more and more confused. "Did you get the book?" She asked again.
"Yes." I simply answered.
I just wanted to go with the flow and pretended not to know even if I felt so mixed up between confusion and fear, was it possible that the owner of the restaurant had lied. I answered all her questions and we chatted all the way home. We became acquainted very briefly.
Her name was Mala, a cashier at a bookstore as her father had told her last night. We could understand each other's thoughts probably because we're so used to seeing things like spirits, though I still didn't know much.
