"I have a feeling you're acting a bit strange today, Arthur. Is there something you know?" White raised his head at some point, locking his eyes onto mine as if trying to read my thoughts.
"It's nothing, just asking out of curiosity," I brushed it off perfunctorily, turning my head away to avoid his gaze, terrified that my conscience would crack under his interrogation and I'd blurt out the truth.
"You should treat Mavis better. She's the one who's going to carry on your bloodline, a real pillar who's worked herself to the bone. It hasn't been easy for her. From now on, eat a little less yourself and give her more. Look, I've got this folk remedy here—I went out of my way to ask around about it. Make her more meals with it, it's got miraculous effects for nourishing blood, calming the nerves, and bringing peace of mind." Under the influence of sheer imagination, pen and paper materialized in my hand out of thin air. Before I even moved to write, lines of small characters began appearing on the paper automatically, matching my thoughts down to the letter.
Chapter 36