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.
