Victoria had personally performed Vanessa's psychoanalysis. She had examined her carefully, and there was nothing wrong with Vanessa's condition.
But watching Vanessa mutter away with the box in her arms, Victoria found it hard to believe she hadn't gone mad.
After some thought, Victoria closed her book and walked over.
After all, she had gone to considerable trouble to choose Vanessa as her believer. It would be quite a shame if she went mad just like that.
"Vanessa, are you... all right?"
"I'm doing great," Vanessa said with a smile.
She meant it. She ate well every day in the Library, and her bed was soft.
And she could read as soon as she got up. She didn't even want to leave anymore.
Victoria was left speechless, unsure how to respond for a moment.
After thinking it over, she decided to press on. "Was she a very important friend of yours?"
"All my friends are important," Vanessa said as though it were obvious. Looking at Victoria, she suddenly seemed to realize something. "Don't worry, Victoria. I'll chat with you after you die too."
Victoria: "6."
"Can't you chat with me while I'm still alive?" Victoria asked.
"Of course." Vanessa set the box aside and looked over with bright eyes. "What would you like to talk about?"
Vanessa attached an unprecedented degree of importance to Victoria.
She provided food, lodging, and even books. Never mind wanting a chat-even if Victoria made a more excessive request, Vanessa would seriously consider it.
Victoria, however, stared wide-eyed.
How had this suddenly turned into her coming to Vanessa for a chat?
It made her look as if she were eager to chat. She had only come to check because she was worried Vanessa, her sole believer, had gone mad.
This ungrateful wretch!
Victoria huffed, turned