PART THREE, FIFTEEN
“I’ve not been feeling that well, Vinny,” I lied. “I’d rather not eat anything,” and I coughed and gradually got up. The dull heaviness began to gradually claw the top of my head. “I promise to visit you soon.” As I stepped out, the deserted road caught my eyes. The two pairs of tram lines snaked themselves up and down the stretch like thin parallel lines of silver smoke heading towards their known destination. A lone cab stood under the shade of a tree and from the moment I occupied it, I kept on turning my head to the empty part of the seat for fear of coming across someone occupying it. My God, Rudi, I was telling myself, but my words were a mere drawl in my ears. What’s happening? You already have three women in your life. Tessa. Anais. Damasque. And who’s this? And here comes a fo
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