Conversation between Edward and James:
' Son, I was broken when you left me. I cried for nearly half an hour, sold our sofa, went to energize myself with a few glasses and searched for you. In the kitchen, in toilet, neighbor's house, neighbour's kitchen and even their toilet. But all I could find was their their wallet, some cash and our neighbours cuddling with each other. I thought it would rude disturb couples. So I silently left with their money and went to bar in sorrow. '
'So you never stopped drinking your beer, right ? '
' No son. That was the last time. From that day I stopped drinking beer and went to whiskey. '
I had the feeling of smashing his head on the ground and he started to get on my nerve. But I went there for some other purpose. ' Okay dad, I'm in no mood for your shitty story. Did you read the newspaper ? What did you do ? And why are you packing our things in the lorry ? '.
' Oh, about that. I'll explain everything to you once we get home. '
I walked to the house. He pulled me towards him and said, ' Aah-huh-haa, not this one son. This is some old fashioned garage. Our new home is ten times bigger than this. I'm gonna sell this thing sooner '.
' Hey stupid all time alcoholist, What the.... What are you blabering dad ? We are tenanting the house stupid.' He took me to a huge mansion. It was really ten times bigger than our actual house. He took me to the basement and there I saw her, sitting in a corner of a dark room and observing an ant carrying a small piece of bread. Her hands and waist are tied with iron chains attached to a steel water pipe along the vertical side of the wall. She was humming, I could definitely say it's an old song. We saw her, but she didn't see me due to the pitch dark in our side. She first lifted her head for a second when the door opened and focused again on the ant.
' Dad, What the -'
' Ssshhh...Come on let's get out. She don't like strangers '. Dad stepped out and asked me to. But I was watching her observing the ant. She was admiring it and not even blinking.
' Come out James ', my father stood near the door knob and whispered.
' Who's that dad ? What are you doing ? Why is a girl kept inside a dark room ? Do you know her ? Or did you started smuggling woman ? '
' Son, do I look like a smuggler ? ', he asked with a cry baby face.
' Stop acting dad. I know very well about you than anyone else. So tell me everything. '
' Alright ! Alright ! She's our golden duck. '