"A young boy who's so innocent that he's never seen such a thing in his life. What do you have to say about that, Kafka?...It's quite interesting, isn't it what my just daughter said?" Camila looked at me with half-opened eyes while constantly poking my back in frustration at the false image her daughter had of me in her head, innocent being the very last thing she would associate with me.
"Not now, Camila. We can talk about all those unnecessary and unwanted things later...Right now, I need to help Bella take the spider off her chest, and you're interrupting me." I said while gesturing Camila to keep quiet, which made her roll her eyes in exasperation at how I was escaping from her questioning.
