“It’s a free country and I can do what I want to do.” Chris
yells back at me.
“Even watch me in the shower?”
“Yup.” he says absent-mindedly as he rubs his moustache. I
turn around to face the wall.
“Especially when I got the keys to the castle.”
I turn back to him, he doesn’t move, he just starts to
giggle.
This I heard perfectly clear and my brain decides
immediately what this means.
I turn away from him again.
“Keys to the castle?” I ask purposely bending over to soap
my legs.
“Yeah, keys. I got him wrapped around my little finger.”
“Who, do you have wrapped?” I ask not looking up.
“You know who and I can do whatever I want here.”
Chris then leans forward and taps the glass again.
“Nice butt,’ he hisses.
I quickly stand up, turn around and bang my hand against the
glass. Chris just giggles. He smiles, and I see that he has yellow little
teeth. “Like a rat,” I think to myself.
“So you better watch your butt missy,” Chris points a finger
at me, then swirls it. He goes to take a step and staggers forward. His face is
now pressed to the glass.
“I made one of them disappear already and the second one is
on his way out.”
Suddenly it is crystal clear to me. It is early in the
afternoon and Chris is bombed. He begins to ramble on about George and how he
made Fred disappear.
Chris suddenly leans in cups his hand to the glass as if he
is telling me a secret. “And, that nasty queen is next,” Chris whispers then
points to the ceiling.
I assume that he is talking about Bill but I don’t question
it, not yet.
Chris staggers away from the shower hitting his shoulder on
the way and bouncing back towards George’s room. I watch him trip and stagger
to the staircase.
An hour later I find Bill and tell him what Chris said.
“Girl that hooker is up to no good.” Bill says lighting up a
cigarette. He then leans on the counter blows out a stream of smoke, looks
directly at me.
“Lordy,” he says
looking right in my eyes. “I hope that he doesn’t fall prey to an even nastier
queen than himself.” Bill then throws his head back and releases a cackle.
Somewhere in the distance, I imagine thunder and lightning.
To be continued…
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