Flowing Water and Arithmetic

Seven years had passed since June 24, 1998, when Heriberto was convicted of murder and sentenced to life imprisonment by a New York court.

On this honeymoon trip, they had set off from Platform Seven and a Half and encountered many things connected to the number seven, but no matter how strange they were, none was stranger than a sixteen-year-old girl planning to become a nun.

Catholic countries did not practice contraception or abortion, so their birth rates were naturally much higher than in other places.

Pomona had seen plenty of girls fooled by scoundrels, but she had never seen one who was even more old-fashioned than she was, a fifty-year-old woman.

Pomona had yet to meet Laura, the girl rumored to want to become a supermodel. Alicia, a woman, had raised "three foolish daughters" on her own. Sometimes, a woman's stubbornness was truly admirable.

Only then did Pomona remember that before leaving, she had not wished the vampire Snape luck in not being set ablaze by holy light inside St. Mark's Basilica.

Ha ha, a wizard who believed in Christianity. Hahahaha.

People these days were all mad.

Monica showed Veronica the message left by the Zodiac Killer. Compared with rescuing that serial killer who had asked for help, Veronica was more interested in exorcism. A cross soaked in holy water hung around her neck, supposedly lent to her by a priest when she had gone to church that day.

Pomona could sense that the cross did possess some power. It seemed to be shrouded in a soft white glow, unlike ordinary crosses worn as decorations.

It gave Veronica confidence. After taking Monica's call, she had rushed over as though she were carrying out some great mission.

Pomona had merely ordered too much food and wanted someone to share it