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    Dust – Chapter 7

    “What’s this?”, he asks, his eyes darting in confusion.

    “Nevermind, baby. A gun?”, I reply casually, and he lights up.

    “…Yeah… yeah yuppy yup. A gun… She… She… pointed it to my head”.

    And he chuckles, his whole frail body shaking. A guttural chuckle coming right from his chest.

    “…I had to do it”, he says, shrugging.

    “What?”, I ask him, narrowing my eyes.

    “…My trip. She wanted me to do it. I cried but she didn’t care. She didn’t. Yep. She was… aaaw…”.

    His smile widens and he stares at the ceiling, grinning. His fingers move frantically on the sheets.

    “…Pissed as hell. You know, for the robbery. Because I shot her. Right here”, he states, tapping his hand on his head. His ruffled, sweated hair seems plastered on his skull.

    Johnny shrugs, again.

    “Well, it was unfair. I mean, I just needed some bucks. The bitch… aaaw, she was hot, she was oozing sex but she was hindrancing me. She made me nervous… nervously nervous so…”.

    He remains silent for a long time. He remains silent for so long that I’m about to switch off the recorder.

    “…So I shot her. In the head. And that skinny little girl wanted revenge. But I’m cool. I can do that. Even if those two guys aren’t helping me”.

    “Two guys, Johnny?”, I ask him quietly and he nods his head immediately.

    “The fat one and the other one. The guy with the strange accent”.

    I smile at him like he’s telling me that it’s a beautiful day and I try hard to swallow my replusion as I brush his cheek.

    “Where’s mommy?”, he asks then, and looks at me, “Are you my mommy?”.

    I shake my head.

    “No, Johnny. I’m not your mommy. Now sleep, you need to rest”.

    End Flashback

    **

    “There”, Dante says pointing at another yellow envelope that has been carefully placed on the kitchen table. I can feel Shane’s grip on my hand tighten and the words I was about to say die in my throat.

    Dante is leaning against the kitchen counter, a coffe mug in his hand. He’s sipping is coffee and staring at nothing. His face doesn’t look rested at all. He has dark circles around his eyes and he definitely needs a good shaving.

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