“But Granny, it’s going to take forever!” “Well, we must try even harder, then.” “We?!” “Of course, dear Nao. You must help me.” “No way!” I told Granny. “Forget it! I’m no fucking bosatsu . . .” But she just smacked her lips and clicked her juzu beads, and the way she looked at me through those thick black-framed glasses of hers, I think maybe she was saying a blessing for me just then, too.
