It takes her long time to spread materials onto table. There is pencils, papers, books, ruler, electric number machine, erasing stick. The last thing she pulls out is the strangest: it is terrifying golem with wrinkled face and purple hair. She notices me staring and smiles. “That’s my lucky troll doll. I’ve studied with it since middle school.” “Is it from witch?” “I think it’s from Kmart.”
