"When he went to Vileville by a big ship that departed from Pierrot Pier, another boy on board surnamed Jupiter said to him: 'Hello, are you going to Vileville?'
        "'Sure I am. How about you?'
        "'I'm going to go to the hotel in Vileville. I think you are going to go to the hotel too because there are just a hotel and some closed shops in vileville. Why do you want to go to the hotel?'
        "'Because I want to be a chef,' he said
        "'Yeah... I go there to look for a job. What is the name of the concierge?'
        "'I dunno. I only know that the name of the man—'
        "'What's that?' Jupiter asked.
        "'I think the ships bumped to something,' the little boy who wanted to be a chef said slowly.
        "'No, I mean what's the name of the man you were talking about—'
        "Bump! I don't know anything happened afterward, but I can tell you what happened three years after the two boys went to the hotel in Vileville. At the time Fleurette was not the chef of the hotel anymore; she retired. Instead, the chef was Geoff."
        "I know that; Geoff told me," I said
        "Yeah, you should know that."
        "But he've never told me anything about his big trolley."
        "He told you part but not all."