I am furious. Underneath these realities I am hurt. I can’t believe how started I am by the whole conversation. Distancing myself, I am taking a real look at my frame of mind and where these feelings are coming from, but it wasn't until I was chatting over a glass of virgin mojito with my sister Ado at News Café Sarit that I had a real breakthrough. She’s asking why it bothers me so much, asking me what word I would use to describe that darling affair, and flying out of my mouth is a word that has been hiding in the dark corners of my subconscious mind. The word is betrayal.
“Betrayal,” I repeat in a murmur – like in a thought yet very tangible, palpable and sentimental – in a shout I say, "I feel Otile is totally betrayed!" Fact is, Otile had been betrayed before and a second round is going to push him right over the cliff.