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The Ride of the Valkyries, The Valkyrie (Wagner)
Javier (thoughts)
September 20, early morning hours
Joline almost throws herself in my arms, with an imploring look. She has her favorite tombstone composure although one must say that I have put some colors on her face as well as a lisp as she tries to talk to me through her broken jaw.
“Smoke… Something is burning in the boat.”
She stares at the floor as if she was tracking holes in it. Women are at their worst when they don’t lie.
I move the freezer to check the plugging… Cabrón ! That enormous food stock hides a path toward the engin room, maybe even the hold… and Donomarenko.
“Is there somebody downstairs ?” Joline mutters.
She knows the answer because she surely went down already. This girl is a devil. She doesn’t know that
