Karen licked his lips
and bluntly said,
"I'm not brave enough to go alone."
"Hahaha," Dis suddenly laughed, "You said the same thing when you were little and didn't dare to go to the washroom at night."
Suddenly,
Dis fell silent,
and a bit of nostalgia appeared on his face.
...
"What's wrong, my little Karen?"
"Grandpa, it's dark. I need to pee. But I'm too scared to go to the washroom alone."
"Well then, how about Grandpa stand in the corridor and wait for you, and you go inside?"
"Can't you come with me, Grandpa? Please."
...
The taxi drove from Mink Street to the Hughes Crematorium Association in the suburbs. It took twice as long as Karen's trip from the Crown Ballroom to home.
At the entrance of the Hughes Cremation Association,
the taxi driver turned around and smiled at Dis, who was sitting in the back seat,
"Sir, that's 45 rubles."
