My stomach twisted, and a shot of adrenaline makes my heartbeat faster.
“No.” I whisper.
“Bruno told me your mother was an exceptional woman,” she blows the shoe and starts polishing it. “She was very talkative and had to feed three hungry men every day, well, actually four, because Carter was always there...”
Carter? That name triggers a flashback in my mind.
“I think it's pretty clear. Carol wants to suck your dick, it's only a matter of time,.” says a boy, no, a teenager, he's lying on a bed. My bed? He’s hitting a tennis ball against the wall.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
I remember the sound.
“You remember Carter, right? That son of a bitch is hard to forget.” Sarah whispers with a half-smile.
She likes Carter.
“I remember a boy, blond hair, I remember he was funny.”
“Yeah, not only funny but he's cocky as fuck, he's your cousin.”
“Cousin?”
“Yes, you still have a family. Like I said before, the man talking with Razzag right now is your brother, he’s the hardest, most tender man I know, a Beatles lover.”
Beatles, that word...
“The bug?”
“No,” she laughs, “the British rock band, they sing the song Yellow Submarine.” She moves her index fingers like a bandleader, while singing it.
What a peculiar woman.
“I kind of remember something, but I'm not sure what it is.”
Knock knock.
The door.
“Wasim?” her voice is on the other side.
Oh God, no...
Sarah stands up and whispers to me, “Who is it?!”
“It's Mistress Amira, she can't see this!”
“Wasim? Are you in there?”
“Can she be trusted?” Sarah asks.
“Absolutely.”
“This is our chance, Dante! Open the door!”
