Chapter 37“I don’t trust you,” the little bear said, folding his arms about his chest.
“You don’t need to,” the old god reminded them. “You of all gathered here should know that I deliver on my promises.”
All the furniture of the living room of the Ishikawa’s home had been pushed to one side, stacked neatly together, giving Christmas, their shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows, ample room in which to work, right hand gracefully striking out with a large marker pen on the tatami as Meiko looked incredulously, and then turned to her parents, gesturing towards the bear and the teacher.
“You’re just letting this person do this?” she asked.
Genjo put an arm around his wife’s waist and shrugged, uncertain of what to say.
“Well, if the world is ending, I’m sure it doesn’t make any differenc
