"Looking for something?" Patra asked when she saw Ayla lifting a pillow and ruffling the pile of blankets underneath.
"As you can see," replied Ayla who was still focused on her activities, without looking at her best friend Patra.
"What kind of thing? I'll help you look for it," said Patra who began to open every pile of cloth and pillow around her.
Ayla was silent for a moment. She didn't even know what kind of object she should look for. Did she need to tell Patra that the object she was looking for was guided by the soul of the woman who originally owned this body? Crazy, there was no way she could do that.
"Never mind, never mind," said Ayla who instantly stopped her search.
She sat down and picked up the comb in front of her.
Ayla switched to combing her straight,
