"I think I may have offended someone, and this kind of thing is mostly against the interests of some people, or some groups.

But I really don't know what it is, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to know, Foley, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist sending these things to you, believe me, I don't want to do this, you're already too busy to take care of yourself, how can you have time to care about me, but who else can I tell? At this time, I think about it, a person does have a lot of bad things, maybe it's really not as good as getting married, but after getting married, can you really have someone who can trust the same heart?

"There's so much I don't know, Foley, and I'm worried that we'll never get a chance to eat together again, and of course, there's nothing good to eat with me."

What do you want to eat? I don't have anything to eat.

Don't you even eat steak?

You're not going to eat anything like this at my place.

Steak. Representative Foley snapped open his eyes.

Belus could not have committed suicide.

Hell, he was murdered.

Representative Foley hadn't moved his body for a long time, his heart beating dullly in his chest, and each blow seemed like he was exerting all his strength.

A person who originally died should not live, and a person who should not die has 10,000 ways to die.

Representative Foley wants to spit out all the coffee and chicken he drinks, but it takes a lot of effort, and they get tangled in the esophagus, up and down, like a piston that neither goes down nor up.

The feeling was infuriating, and the data was folded squarely into his pants pocket.

Undoubtedly, Belus's death was related to his research, as stated in the message, he had a premonition of something, yes, danger, he felt danger, was followed and watched.

Thinking of this, Foley leans listlessly back in his dining room chair, the plastic chair is not comfortable at all.

My own life has been a mess, but I still try to examine the lives of others.

Representative Foley can't help but feel ridiculous, as Shamer's father said, he is nothing, he can't achieve anything, and he doesn't care.

It was Ephia's phone call that saved him, a clear voice, a clear invitation.

"Shall we have dinner together?"

"I'm going to pick up John from school, can I come to my house?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line for a few seconds. There was a muffled noise coming from the modem.

"Okay, I'll see you in the evening."

"Wait a minute, I won't do anything to eat, I can buy some on the way home, what do you suggest?"

"I don't have much appetite lately, Foley."

"Alright, see you in the evening."

Ephia obviously wanted to see Foley, and she didn't care about what she ate, and why didn't Foley. Now he doesn't even have half an appetite.

Originally, Forlì wanted to pick up John and go back with Ephia from school, but John might find it strange to do so, and Ephia said that she needed to play for a while before she could get off work.

After two or three blocks of driving after Foley left, he asked John what he wanted to eat for the night, and John said butterfly powder.

"As long as butterfly powder? Need mushroom sauce? ”

"Okay, Dad."

John's eating habits are exactly the same as Shamer's, they like to eat a familiar food for a long time, Shamer can eat carrots and broccoli for a whole week, but John only likes to eat butterflies and other foods since he eats independently, with some cheese and mushroom sauce at most.

He left a message for Langkaram, asking her to come to the house in the evening to spend some time with John, so that Ephia could have dinner with her, and maybe go to the next street for a drink.

Langkalam readily agreed, she was such a good person.

It was not dark when Ephia arrived, and unlike last time, both of them were a little stiff and didn't know what to say, and Foley invited Ephia in, John looked at the teacher in surprise, and Lang Calam recognized her.

Representative Foley suggests going to the study on the second floor, but he is reluctant to do so, preferring the two of them to go out for a walk, but Ephia agrees.

The study was too close to where Samel had died, but not necessarily to the bedroom, the entire second floor was not far from the bathtub.

Maybe we could talk in the courtyard for a while, but if we did, Ephia would feel reluctant to invite her into her room.

Caught between a dilemma, Foley can only hope that this will not bother anyone.

"I bought some Japanese sushi, would you like to give it a try?"

"Okay."

"It's going to be a little cold."

"It's almost summer, Foley."

"Oh, yes, maybe I'm a little afraid of the cold."

"You keep all these books."

Ephia whispered as she stood in front of the bookcase.

"I still can't change my preference for paper books."

She smiled, a smile looming over her white loose blouse, Ephia was younger, nay, more mature than she had been years ago, and now she looked like a full woman.

"We were young."

"You're still young, and I wasn't too young when we met."

"You can't be a few years old, but you're just graduating."

"I'm at least five years older than you, Ephia."

"I don't know."

"We don't know anything."

Foley looked away from her, afraid that any word would make him uncontrollable and make him forgive all the carelessness of the past.

"You still have a book with me."

"Which one?"

"Robert Heinlein's 'The Puppet Master.'"

"Sure enough."

Representative Foley mutters to himself.

"What?"

"Lately, I've been wondering which book it is."

Ephia stood by the bookshelf and smiled slightly, but did not speak.

The two fell silent, and Representative Foley walked up to her and tried to take her into his arms, but he stood up, walked over, and took her into his arms.

"Why are you only showing up now?"

Such questions do not need answers.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say that, I'm bothering you."

He let her go, and returned to the desk by the window, half of which he had seen as blocking out the light, and he was now grateful, as if they had hidden his fear and bewilderment.

When he calmed down, he remembered that he should move a chair for Ephia.

"Do you remember Berus?"

"One time you went to see us play a basketball game, and then we went to have a barbecue together."

"The doctor?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Ephia, he killed himself."

Efia looked at Forley in a daze, "How could it be." ”

"Just two days after Sammel's death."

"Foley."

"Samel is my wife, you see what I've said."

"It's alright, Foley. Go ahead. Efia sat on the floor with her back against the bookshelf.

"Ephia, I'm so happy, really happy, meeting you is the only good thing that has happened to me lately, you don't know what things have happened to me lately."

"It's all over, Foley, it's over."

Representative Foley laughs dryly, as if coming from the middle of his throat and esophagus.

"It's not that easy, Efia, I'm afraid it's my turn next."

"No, it won't." Efia shook her head desperately, "Don't think that about Foley, you're just tired." ”

"I can feel it." Representative Foley is pale and tired.

"I can feel that time doesn't allow me to ignore its existence anymore."

"What are you talking about, I don't understand, Foley, you still have to take care of John, my God, your face is worse than the other day, haven't you rested for days?"

"No, according to the doctor, I'm already doing well, I don't have any major problems sleeping, maybe some problems should be normal."

Night hadn't fallen yet, and Ephia might have been frightened by herself.

Representative Foley hopes that what follows will not scare her more.

He wasn't sure, they didn't know each other, at least they didn't know anything clearly, and he was sure of it at all times.