VII: The interrogation (part I)

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We were walking down the street, my cowboy boots made some noise when i walked and that embarrassed me, it wasnt hot but the sun was killing me, i hadnt gone out in weeks, maybe in a whole month i hadnt left my house, my dirty, horrible and dark house, which was beginning to look like a cave. I couldnt see well either, i had narrow eyes, but that wasnt very strange, i have green eyes so im used to not seeing anything in the sun.

-Dex, do you want some glasses?- he said, offering me some aviator glasses
-Yes, thank you James- i said, grabbing the glasses and smiling at him.
smiling at him as if he were my friend or something, I examined his entire face carefully, when he wasnt serious he seemed much younger, his eyes looked like Sallys... Sally, i remembered her, i remembered my pain, my loss, i remembered my anger, i put on the glasses, stopped smiling at him and looked away.

We walked until we reached the place without saying a single word, i didnt look at him, i just looked ahead, but i could notice that he looked at me from time to time.

At one point, he almost fell when he tripped over a rock, which made him grab my arm, after that he didnt let go, maybe he forgot to do it, maybe he wanted to bother me, the way he did it reminded me of Sally, and that was killing me.

-Well, this is the place Dex- he said, when we finally arrived
-ah yeah, great-
We walked inside the place, he was still holding my arm, some people looked at us something strange.
We find a table and sit down, it was quite funny for the teenagers at the next table, when they moved James' chair so he could sit down.

-Dexter, can i make you a little bit weird?-
-Where is your wife?-
If i was trapped, i had to lie.
-she went to visit her mother-
-why did not you go?-
-her mother hates me-
-yeah sure-
I could see it in his sinic eyes, he knew i was lying, we were staring at each other, i couldnt look away, it would be to accept that i was lying.
At that moment, thank God, the waitress arrived to give us the menu.
-I'll be back in a second to take your orders- she said and left.
-Im going to order a double cheese burger, and what are you going to eat?-
The need to tell him that i wanted to eat him or his father was stuck in my throat, but that response would raise suspicion or be misinterpreted
-a simple burger- i said
At that moment i started to felt like i need to eat him, to kill him, to do with him the same thing i did with my wife, i began to feel attacked by this idea, and somewhat excited.
-Are you okay Dex?- he say
-Yes, sure- I said, trying to calm down and think about something else.
-Well, do you think we order some beers?-
-yeah that would be great, James-
I really need a beer now.

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