Your dad passed away today. You phoned me while I was inbetween film screenings, but took some time before you could bring yourself to tell me. You said you wouldn't be able to meet tomorrow and asked me where I was right then, and then you broke down and cried. It felt so surreal, like a flashback to my own dad's death. I always thought you're the bravest girl, and how we thought the fortune teller who told you that you're a timid soul was so funny. I hope you can carry on being strong, dear. I'm so sorry. I really liked your dad.