The Mongolian Conspiracy by Bernal Rafael

Author:Bernal, Rafael [Bernal, Rafael]
Language: ara
Format: epub
Publisher: New Directions
Published: 2013-11-25T00:00:00+00:00

V

When he entered the apartment, the dawn was spreading gray shadows everywhere, like large stains of mildew in an abandoned house. Nobody was there. Noiselessly, he opened the door to the bedroom. The colorless light entered the window, accompanied by the first noises from the street. Marta was sleeping, curled up, as if frightened, her bare arms outside the sheet and her hands joined next to her face. What those fucking Russians must have seen. They see everything because they’re conducting an investigation, and I’m just around to kill. To kill without seeing what I’m killing, without knowing why I have to kill. Maybe just because.

He stopped to look at her. Her breathing was slow, unhurried. Without making a sound, he took off his jacket and holster. He didn’t want to have it over his heart. Right now is when I should slip into bed with her. Right now when she’s sleeping. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman sleeping, at least not such a beautiful woman. Usually, by the time they fall asleep, I’m gone. I didn’t need them anymore. I think I’m turning into a faggot. I should already be in bed with her. Why keep looking at what you can grab with both your hands? Fucking Russians across the street! Me only look, like the Chinamen would say, me no touch. And me just like them. Me not getting into bed. Fucking faggot!

He had absentmindedly picked up the chamois and was cleaning his gun. He moved his hand along it slowly, as if caressing it, but without taking his eyes off Marta sleeping in his bed. Without warning, she stirred, then bolted upright. All she had on was her slip.

“Filiberto!”

“Don’t be afraid, Marta.”

Marta rubbed her eyes and smiled:

“I waited up very late for you.”

She made no move to cover herself with the sheet. She sat on the bed and placed both hands on her outstretched legs.

“Then I got sleepy and lay down for a while and . . . I didn’t have any pajamas . . . Are you going to go to bed?”

“No, Marta. I just came home to take a shower. I have to go out again.”

“But you haven’t slept a wink. You haven’t slept for two nights. Do you want some coffee?”

She leapt out of bed. She was barefoot. She walked up to García and placed both hands on his shoulders. Her breasts could be seen through her slip, small and hard, and her tussled hair fell to her shoulders. She smelled of body and bed. García leaned over and kissed her on the lips, without touching her. In one hand he had the gun and in the other the cloth. She pressed up against him.

“I love you, Filiberto, I love you very much. When I’m here alone I have nothing to do but think of you and how much I love you. That’s why I’m telling you this now, because so much has changed in our relationship.”

She took one step back and began to unbutton his shirt.

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