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Hearing the women’s words, Shane froze.
Various emotions flashed across his face.
Finally, he asked incredulously, “What did you
say? Suhe is dead?”
“You’re lying, right? Suhe must have told you to say that.”
“That woman is a master of sweet–talking.”
The two women were quite shocked. While
helping Grandma up, they muttered:
“Who is this guy? Is he crazy?”
“Yeah, who would dare to spread rumors
about someone’s death? That’s bad luck.”
Grandma seemed to remember something.
She opened her mouth, her lips trembling, and
finally said, “Yes, Suhe… Suhe is gone…”
Shane stood there dumbfounded, looking
ridiculous.
My wandering soul followed the two women
who were supporting Grandma back home.
I was even relieved when Grandma went
inside, thankful that Shane hadn’t followed.
Maybe remembering my death made
Grandma sad.
The lonely old lady sat on the sofa, her thin
hands stroking my photo, weeping silently.
“You poor child, why did you leave before
your grandma?”
I floated over to wipe her tears, but I passed
right through her, only able to cry and
comfort her: “Grandma, Suhe isn’t gone, Suhe
is here.”
Unfortunately, Grandma couldn’t hear me.
The doorbell rang, and then Shane’s voice:
“Grandma, open the door, it’s me, Shane.”
I was shocked.
No, I can’t let him in.
If he comes in and finds my old things…
