The girl could be joking, she might even have forgotten totally about Daniel let alone manifesting the nuptial possibility she uttered into Daniel's hearing. But he didn't care about all that. He just wanted to be with her again...wherever she might be. It was not impossible that even if he saw her she wouldn't recognise him. Yet though, he believed positively that the woman had liked him when they spoke in the car. He was sure of that. Perhaps not half as much as he was fond of her now. He knew that she probably wouldn't be having any sleepless night over him. Coming to rethink of it, she could actually be, he thought. She could, mayhaps, be counting more ceilings than Daniel had been doing since the last couple of days...but not over Daniel but on someone else. This thought elicited a sliver of shiver on his skin. That could be disastrous, it really could be. The possibility that the girl whose thought had saturated the whole of his mind having a longing for someone else was too heavy for Daniel to bear. If that really was the case, Daniel decided that he would shave his hair, walk bare-footed all the way to Okija Shrine and demand to have his head washed with a parrot's faeces mixed with the chief priest's saliva. Because by that time, he would believe that a curse had been placed on his head by a kind of cult who wanted him to remain a celibate for the whole of his life. Rather, he would feel like nature was hurling all the trash of the world at him.