THE FIFTEENTH
It’s all so simple, after all. Eva finished making her face. As always, she was only partially pleased with her looks. She wondered if Martin wasn’t right after all, that in each person there is somebody else, planted inside them, living his own life. Martin, that little warrior, called this being his enemy. Your enemy, who is always with you. She coloured her eyelids a bold black and said to herself: There. Now I can recognise my inner enemy perfectly. Especially when she was making herself up, striving for that ideal face. But yeah, you’re right, Martin. There’s somebody there. Somebody, standing right there. But you’re the only one who calls him an enemy, boyo. She closed her one eye and, holding down the lid with her finger, inspected it with the other. The artificial sh
