Interlude Tips—Huey and Chané
“I’ll raise this child myself.” Holding an infant wrapped in a cotton blanket, Huey Laforet spoke firmly to the woman in front of him. “After all, I sincerely doubt you’d be capable of raising a child. You’d only fall while carrying her, and that would end in disaster.”
The woman, apparently the infant’s mother, pouted and protested. After a brief argument, though, she gave in easily and skipped away, leaving her daughter behind.
“…This after she went through the pain of childbirth for this baby. She certainly backed down quite easily. I knew she lacked humanity, but to think that included her maternal instincts as well…”
Muttering these things, Huey spoke soothingly to the little girl he held.
“However, I am also lacking in humanity.”
Gazing down at the baby who was asleep in his arms, breathing peacefully, Huey murmured in self-mockery:
“You were never destined for a good upbringing.”
More than fifteen years passed…
And now, the voiceless girl boarded a train.
She would save her beloved father.
She would save the parent who was her entire reason for being.
No, she hadn’t been raised right.
She was aware of her own oddness, and yet she didn’t wonder about it.
On the Flying Pussyfoot, she met a man—a dreadful, strange, and somehow comical phantom who would uproot her world and turn it upside down.
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