The Ghost Quotes in Before the Coffee Gets Cold
Chapter 3 Quotes
Kazu continued with her outlandish plan. After filling the cup with coffee she would offer again: “Would you care for some coffee?” She went on doing this, and every time it was offered, the woman in the dress would reply, “Yes, please,” and drink it down. But after a while, the woman began to look uncomfortable.
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“She looks so uncomfortable. Why doesn’t she just refuse?” Kohtake commented, sympathizing with the woman in the dress.
“She can’t refuse,” Kei whispered in Kohtake’s ear.
“Why not?”
“Because apparently that’s the rule.”
“Goodness…” Kohtake said in surprise to the fact that it wasn’t only those traveling back in time who had to follow annoying rules.
Water flows from high places to low places. That is the nature of gravity. Emotions also seem to act according to gravity. When in the presence of someone with whom you have a bond, and to whom you have entrusted your feelings, it is hard to lie and get away with it. The truth just wants to come flowing out. This is especially the case when you are trying to hide your sadness or vulnerability. It is much easier to conceal sadness from a stranger, or from someone you don’t trust. Hirai saw Kei as a confidante with whom she could share anything. The emotional gravity was strong. Kei was able to accept anything—forgive anything—that Hirai let flow out. A single kind word from Kei could cut the cords of tension that ran through her.
Chapter 4 Quotes
“Will Mama’s baby be lonely? Will that make you cry?” [Kei] talked to the child as she always did. “I might only be able to have you, my child. Will you forgive me?”
She listened, but no answer came.
A stream of tears flowed down her cheeks.
“I’m scared…the thought of not being there for my child is frightening,” she said, looking directly at Nagare. “I don’t know what I should do. I want my child to be happy. How can such a simple wish be so terribly scary?” she cried.
Nagare gave no reply. He just gazed at the paper cranes on the counter.
The woman in the dress closed her novel. She hadn’t finished it: a white bookmark with a red ribbon tied to it was left inserted between the pages. Hearing the book close, Kei looked over at her. The woman in the dress looked back at Kei and just went on staring at her.
With her eyes fixed on Kei, the woman in the dress gently blinked just once. Then she smoothly got up from her seat. It was as if that blink had been meant to communicate something, yet she walked behind Nagare and Kohtake and disappeared into the bathroom as if she was being drawn inside.
Her seat—that seat—was vacant.



