She seemed very shy, quiet, like a mass of air, invisible to touch, the line of sight left behind the sweet potatoes she had just given me, I then picked up and handed her: "Eat while it's hot."

"No, I've already given it to you."

"It's a waste to give me. I might throw it away anywhere I drive."

She listened to me and took it one by one. "Then I'll eat it. At least, my stomach will appreciate me."

I laughed and said, "You're cute."

"Lovely is a pitiful, unloved contraction, you seem to be like me."

I was shocked by her seemingly unintentional remark. I pretended to ask...