Chapter V8

He was the owner of a local bookstore with a very interesting name: "Waiting for Godot."

After being taken to the bookstore by him, I became a regular there.

The days passed calmly and peacefully.

However, I would occasionally ask him, "It's warm now. When are we going to jump off the cliff?"

But he always made excuses:

"There's no sun today. No go."

"I didn't have a croissant this morning. Don't