Captured 1 by Eve Rabi

Captured 1 by Eve Rabi

Author:Eve Rabi [Rabi, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-06-02T04:00:00+00:00


Chapter Seventeen

‘He wants you to deliver this in Arabic,’ Leeanne says handing me several pages and looking stressed.

She’s back to being a nun these days. Or trying to. Has a scarf fashioned into a nun’s head gear, wears two huge crosses around her neck, dangles a string of beads in her hands all the time and threatens to pray to the Lord for just about anything. I say nothing, because I understand it’s her coping mechanism. We are after all, POWs in Iraq.

‘Why? What’s wrong with English, Sister Leeanne?’ I ask, scanning the pages.

‘Well, Megan dear, I didn’t question the malevolent Omar. Let’s just do as he says and all will be fine. The lord …’

‘Ok, ok!’ I say.

‘I’m to help you, so without further ado …’

While Leeannee and I pour over the speech, Darla stands in front of my bathroom mirror and examines her face. She uses two pencils to lift up her brows. After a while, she pushes up the tip of her nose with one of the pencils. ‘That’s the nose I want,’ she says more to herself than to us. ‘The Nicole Kidman nose. Well, the young Nicole Kidman – the one who stole Tom from Mimi, not the one who got dumped for the Spanish chick.’

‘Hey Tegan, how come you have a whole room to yourself, while she and I have to share one measly room?’ she asks, ignoring my question.

‘My name is Leeanne!’ Leeanne whirls around, her rosary beads flying out of her hands, the big crosses around her neck becoming airborne and threatening to concuss her. ‘Not fucking “she”! Don’t call me “she”! I am fucking LEEANNE!’

‘Whateva Troll!’

‘Leeanne calm down,’ I say, picking up her beads hand placing it in her hands again.

‘Okay, okay,’ Leeanne takes several deep breathes and prays feverishly with her beads. ‘I relapsed, that’s all.’ She closes her eyes and prays.

‘I’m gonna put this in my book,’ Darla threatens. ‘How unfair I was treated, and how Tegan got special privileges because she was screwing around.’

I’m just about to tell Darla to fuck off, when Reed saunters in. At the sight of my heartthrob, my anger vanishes.

‘Why don’t you ask Reed that question?’ I say, flashing him a smile. ‘He’s like the hotel concierge here.’

Darla sticks her neck out of the bathroom and glares at Reed. “Why does she get a whole room to herself, Doogie Houser?’

‘Because I say so,’ Reed replies arrogantly.

It’s obvious he doesn’t like Darla. I don’t blame him after the way she embarrassed him in front of the men.

Most of the men here dislike her not just for being a transvestite, which is a crime in Iraq incidentally, but mainly because her attitude stinks.

‘Ooooh,’ Darla says, ‘her blowjob was that good?’

‘Darla!’ I screech.

With an audible sigh, Reed pinches the bridge of his nose.

‘Whateva!’ She returns to her pencils and mirror.

Leeanne shakes her head from side-to-side then focuses on the pages in front of her.

‘Language lesson,’ I explain to Reed. ‘Gotta give this in Arabic.’

‘Can you help, Reed?’ Leeanne asks.



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