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The Blue Danube (J. Strauss)
Joline (letters)
September 20, early morning
I have a hole in the side.
Not a deep one. “Just a scratch,” Hubert said. He was able to extract the bullet easily even though it was his first time on the job. He wasn’t a surgeon and he’d never fumbled in a woman’s womb—that’s what he said. He was so proud of himself, you should have seen him ! I almost had a fit of laughter but my wound hurt immediately and the fun went away… God wants to test me, I know. So I rose to my feet, clenching my teeth. I grasped the lamp and the velvet curtain to hold on. Then I walked three steps to the bookcase, where a few hours earlier that animal Javier had put the tablet computer after having taken it from me.
Don’t panic ! I’m back on the sofa. Everything is fine. Elan a
