Unfortunately,
the child still hadn't found a single lollipop.
Frowning, the child started searching through the other cabinets and drawers.
But the child still couldn't stop thinking about the first cabinet.
The old man had said the lollipops were in that cabinet.
The old man couldn't be wrong...
So the problem was that she couldn't find them...
The child secretly straightened up again and peeked toward the doorway.
Mm.
Grandpa and Superman were chatting.
No one was paying attention to her.
That let the child breathe a sigh of relief,
Great.
The child focused on looking for the lollipops.
She pulled open the other drawers one by one.
She leaned in close to inspect each drawer carefully.
As the seconds ticked by, the child grew more and more anxious.
She worried that she'd been taking too long and that Grandpa and Superman would get mad.
The child's movements grew more hurried.
She bumped her head again.
The child felt like giving up.
Maybe...
she should go ask Grandpa...
Could the lollipops have all been eaten?
But the child quickly shook her head.
She'd checked carefully.
Whenever the lollipop "mountain" got smaller, it was because she'd eaten some.
Other than her...
Grandpa didn't seem to eat any himself or give any to anyone else.
That lollipop "mountain" was something Grandpa had bought just for her.
The child rallied and threw herself back into the search.
The child couldn't remember which cabinets and drawers she'd opened and which she hadn't...
She was so anxious and tense that she felt a little dizzy.
Whoosh—
The child yanked open a cabinet.
The sound was a little grating.
The child's heart skipped a beat.
She froze.
After a while, when nothing else happened, the