26. Proving a Memory That Doesn't Exist (3)

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The bottles clinked inside the convenience-store bag.

A few snacks.

And when I rode the apartment elevator with Dorothy, whose expression couldn't have been stiffer, it was already a little past the start of the workday.

If this had been any other day, I wondered what kind of lecture I would've gotten.

"So you were buying alcohol. That's why you were late."

"Yes. I may have bought more than I expected…."

"If there's any left, you or Dorothy can take it. I'm not that fond of alcohol."

"Wouldn't it be difficult for Lady Dorothy to take it with her?"

"That's right. I'd appreciate it if Mr. Nam Dowon would take it off my hands."...