Put down the cup, I don't know where she took out a big envelope, the kind of kraft paper, and threw it in front of me. There's probably a lot of stuff in

because there's a loud noise coming out of contact with the tea table.

"Here's your stuff. Give it back to you!" After that, the witch returned to the windowsill.

I can guess what's in it without looking at it. It's all what I gave her. It's all meaningful gifts for us, to be exact.

I'm still silent because I don't want to echo her. But sitting still doesn't seem to be a good way to communicate.

Suddenly,...