“No. Not him. He fell from a bus. The driver left the doors open while driving.”
A brief silence cast a sad gleam of fretfulness. The phone weighed my hand down. It lowered to my shoulder by itself. I lost the strength to speak, thinking what he was thinking.
“Everyone has returned to Shouning. They’re now gathering around the traffi c police station for justice. I wish I could go. But I can’t. How about you go?”