We carne out of the tunnel on the Kamakura side and drove under the
crematorium. Suddenly, with a roar, the car began to fly.
“Is she here?”
“She’s here. She’s sitting next to you.”
“What?”
The effects of the alcohol disappeared in a flash. I glanced to the side.
“Don’t frighten me like that. I’m in no condition to deal with it.”
“She’s there. Right there.”
“Liar. Slow down, will you—it’s dangerous.” “She’s sitting right next to
you. Can’t you see her?”
“No I can’t. I am utterly unable to see her,” I said. But as I said this I
began to feel a chill. I tried to sound brave. “If she’s really there—what do
you think, shall I say something to her?”
“D—Don’t even joke like that. You get cursed if you speak to a ghost.
You’ll be possessed. It’s a terrifying idea—don’t. Everything will be fine if
we just keep quiet until we’ve taken her as far as Kamakura.”
