Although Heath felt mentally exhausted, he still had to do what needed doing. That was the helplessness of adulthood. Even when something deeply upsetting happened, what needed doing still needed doing, and you still had to go to work. Unless your boss was understanding enough to give you time off, you had to show up and might even have to endure unreasonable accusations from idiotic customers. Anything was possible. It was like that television drama where a female customer service representative whose father had just died was viciously asked by a customer whether her parents were dead. All she could do was break down, cover her face, and sob. There was nothing she could do. That was just how unsatisfying this world was.
Of course, having everything go your way was impossible. If everything went smoothly, there would not be so many regrets in the world. Heath understood that very well, so he never demanded that his life be perfect. Having things go smoothly would be good enough.
Heath bought the ingredients he needed, then drove the Food Truck to the Technology Expo. He had arrived a little early today, but that was fine. Arriving early meant he could serve those ghost sisters sooner. Heath had not forgotten that he still had a task involving the three ghost sisters, but he had to admit that it was rather difficult. Even he found it hard to tackle, so he could only take it one step at a time.
Still, with a willingness to give it a try, Heath used the Magic Conch, but he received no answer. The Magic Conch seemed to have lost its miraculous function again and become an ordinary object. Heath did not dwell on it. He had a fallback plan. Although using the Dream Nightmare Flower would