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"Do you have matcha?" Eve happily answered, "Yes, please!"
"Our matcha is very special, Eve; it has an extra organic factor. You will love it!"
"Oh yes, please, Lamia, I am already thrilled." Eve answered overly excited, if you ask me.
And how did she know Eve's name? And why did Eve know her name? And what kind of name is Lamia? Sounds ancient.
I followed the whole thing, watching the waitress, wondering how good she was. For sure she didn't have many customers each day, so how could she guess so well? She had with Eve a 100 % score, and with me at least an 80 %. Amazing. And knowing our names? Weird.
The waitress left, and Eve asked me if I had read the obituary notice. I answered, saying no, I didn't have much time last week reading the papers.
"I find it odd," Eve said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"There are clear mistakes in it, and the text is strange. For example, it says R. I. H., and not R. I. P."
"What does the H stand for?" Eve asked.
I don't know, maybe the H from home? Or hallelujah?"
"Or HELL," Eve said.
I doubted that. "What else is weird?" I asked her.
"Well, the lifespan, you know, the birth and passing away dates," Eve said.
"Read them to me, please," I asked her.
"It says born 09.09.1825, which is 200 years ago, and is exactly on your birthdate, minus 200 years? And the passing away date is next year, and not now, last week, and again, also on your birthday?"
"Let me see," I asked her.
She was right. The whole thing was weird. One thing I knew for sure is that he was not born like me on September 9th. And dying next year? On my birthday? They must have mixed up data in the printing process.
"Did you place the obituary?" Eve asked. "Because I asked everybody who came to the reading of his last will, and nobody knew about it or who placed it."
"I didn't place it," I replied.
"Read the last line," Eve added.
It said, "See you soon!"
That was really creepy, and I got goosebumps all over. As if he was waiting for me on my birthday. Waiting where? In Hell? Was I going to die on my birthday next year? Jesus, I don't need this shit, I thought.