Chapter 37
GINA
I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it; I don’t want to believe it.
They’ve just shot my fucking girlfriend, and this couple of lazy white cis-straight lowlife bums are trying to get me to calm down? I bet they wouldn’t find this so funny if their you-know-what was the thing getting chopped up into little pieces, huh?
Oh, my goodness.
I don’t even want to imagine that.
Okay, Eloise wasn’t chopped up. Shot up, that’s it.
At least, the only nice person in this office (a woman, because it’s always a woman) has told me that Elo is fine.
I take a breath and let the air out of my lungs little by little, as if I want to vanish with it everything that’s in front of me. Poof, gone.
If I called my mother, I’m sure she’d make it all disappear. But she would make me disappear first.
I dismiss the thought.
I already know what happened to Eloise, so maybe, just maybe, for the sake of my chakras and not for the sake of these two-bit cops, I should try to calm down.
I sit down in the plastic chair and squeeze the glass of water I’ve been given. It’s warm. It must be close to nine o’clock, and I’m famished. What I wouldn’t give for a shawarma…
That reminds me, they haven’t let me see Vera yet.
I don’t know what’s going on. I gave a statement, which didn’t do much good, as the culprit testified soon after.
(Norman! NOR-MAN! I swear he seemed nor-mal when I spoke to him.
His aura was a bit off, but I put it down to the weather.) Still, they won’t let me leave, and I have to go back to testify.
What do you think of Vera? What do you know about Enzo?
How long have you known them? And Eloise? And Bastian?
The whole department must have had a hell of a time hearing my side of the story.
I don’t know what Vera told them, but we tend to see people very differently.
For her, everything is either black or white.
She either hates Bastian or she loves him (although I don’t know if she’s realised that just yet).
She is either obsessed with Enzo or chooses to ignore him. She says that I am the intense one.
She sees me that way because she is the one who is. I don’t think that’s a flaw, but once again, not everyone thinks as I do.