"Kaka?" Zara mouthed, still in disbelief. "Who are you, and how do you know Kaka?"
The old man shook his head. "Kaka was always so calculative. But she was never wrong... until—"
"—you," he added. "By the way, I'm Amos."
Zara frowned, more confused than before. His cryptic remarks were doing nothing to help.
Still, she was certain they were talking about the same Kaka. The one who never took a step without measuring the ground ten times first.
"If you're going to talk to me, can you just be more straightforward?" Zara asked, trying to keep her tone calm.
Amos turned and walked toward the bench behind them. "Grab a seat, daughter. I'm too old to stand, unlike you."
Zara hesitated. Everything about this was unsettling, but her curiosity was louder than her nerves. Eventually, she joined him, her eyes never leaving her children as they played.
She glanced at her watch and muttered, "Why is Nana taking so long?"
