What is training? – Zilla thought. – It’s stupidity.
– I’m not as round an idiot as you think,” Risa said. But Zilla wasn’t going to jump to conclusions at all. She wasn’t going to believe the woman.
Zilla didn’t know exactly how old she was, but she had definitely been to school.
She also had a background in acting, though Risa didn’t remember that. She doesn’t remember anything about their high school years-before she lost her memory-and so she perceives everything differently.
She doesn’t remember Risa mentioning the word “accident” or why it didn’t stop her when Risa dropped it. She also doesn’t remember anything about being attacked by a suicide gang. She has no idea where her parents are now, or who Miss Dunn is, but she realized that they no longer remember her either. If Risa had met any of her family, she couldn’t remember them either.
When Risa looks at Zilla, he thinks she is someone else.
And if she is, then she can’t be the principal’s daughter?
Could she be some kind heroine, sent out not to kill Zilla’s life?
“She doesn’t know what she knows herself,” Risa insisted, and the statement seemed reasonable.
It was obvious to Zilla that her mother was more of a teacher than…I don’t know who.
Someone had to know everything about everyone in New York.
As she climbed out from behind the stage, Risa hugged Zilladya and then Zilladya herself and hugged her tightly.
– I’m proud of you, Dina!” Zilla was thrilled by this confession. And what to call what Risa had done? She had cared for her so much ever since Zilla had moved in with her from her parents’ house, where she had been gone for days on end.
Though maybe that care had something to do with Risa being her teacher.
Zillella had reason to feel lonely.
She was lonely because she couldn’t find friends in this town, that she didn’t seem to be able to find even a good friend.
And she didn’t want to be alone at all.