"I don't know. When I returned to the counter, I would see a shadow behind me."
"Ah!" I sighed, nearly scared out of the pharmacy. That man was speaking, but then he started moving, and I had to see that the man was a little boy who came here to buy honeysuckle.
Even as I grew older, I always encountered some strange things. Each child would come in at three in the morning, not more, not less. Now that he had come in, we should turn him away.
"Uncle, I want to buy five dollars' worth of honeysuckle." The little boy quietly looked at me. His face looked the same as before. It had no color.
