About a certain return

Part 14

– Don't skim through here. Do you want us to be swallowed by the mine? I whispered to him and snatched the book out of his hands.

What a fool! Marcel always does foolish things, like a stupid child. He really matches the description.

– This is what those handicapped you visit, read?

– I don't think so. I'm afraid I took by mistake Mr Crow's manuscript.

What a nasty thing, I didn't remember taking his book! "I'm so careless. I must give it back to him. The poor man, how he must have looked for it!"

The girls got back from the loo, light hearted and with a fresh make-up, having fun: ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! What could they talk about? Seeing their expression, suddenly a question dazed me: Are they prostitutes? I asked Marcel. My friend told me not to ask too many questions, but I wasn't going to forget about it, so I took the opportunity when Marcel and the Machine-gun were dancing and asked Gina:

– Are you hookers?

Indeed I lacked the tact. The woman felt offended: We are companionship ladies, answered she making faces.

Really?! And on whose expense did Marcel hired them? If my wife gets hold of the bill, it might be a reason for divorce. That's all I needed, to be expelled from the house! Oh, so many problems on my poor head on a single day. I left the bar a bit dizzy. I smoked a little from Marcel's cigarette; the girls also tried it in the toilet. My priorities have changed. To hell, if you don't have fun whenever you have the opportunity, how can you get the satisfaction of cheating the disgusting destiny that asks you to work hard for paying every moment of your life? What a monster this society, and what a shit the civilization! Gina put a small beret on her head; she had cropped hair and was so cheerful and pretty...

– What pushed you to this stupidity..., this... profession?

Is it a profession?

– Ha-ha ha! Ha-ha-ha!

What did I say so funny? I saw in the street a small chap, with a hat, watching her insistently, a beautiful woman makes you turn your head, or he was confused by her laughing access... It must be because of the hemp. I looked back to the jumper and it seemed to me he was flying slowly over the bar: "Come on try, give it a go!" he was telling me. "Try, what do you have to lose? Anyway, you've got nothing". Oh no! It was all in my imagination. I got the old building where the theatre "The Mask" was. If I can remember, the play was called: "If not, I must be wrong", an interactive show, the kind of that implicates the spectators. I couldn't understand very well what was asked from us. We were each given some clothes; I got a tie, a hat and braces. Some of the public were having fun: hi-ho-hu-he-ha, I run out of vowels!

A drunken man was mixed up in his trousers, and just struggled to get rid of them... "Take your shirt off! No, leave it on cause you stink! Ha-ha-ha..." Oh, what a poor comedy! I was in the back stage waiting to get in. "What am I doing here?" Marcel put on some trousers fitted with pegs...

– What are you doing with those?

– I can take them off faster.

– But where are you going?

– Never mind. You'll see.

And, after the drunk fell over the chaps in the first row and couldn't find his way out of the trousers, Marcel and Melissa the Machine Gun got on the stage! She got a small red skirt, some accessories over her breasts and a veil on her head. They got in dancing without anybody playing for them. Ta-tam-tam...-ta! Marcel played also the part of the trumpet. And they started to rub against each other. Then he took her veil off. I looked for Gina... She wasn't in the back stage. I went round through the back and got to the other side. On the stage Marcel had thrown up his trousers, remaining only in pants and The Machine Gun was topless... I went down. "Have you seen a blonde woman, so and so...?" "Yes, I believe she just got out..."