World-Wolf - (ENGLISH)

Chapter 13

A few days went by and the moment of the funeral was due. Eventually, Gabe had managed to get away from the queue at the funeral agency.

By the time Sheik Pastor Abraham was reading the meaningless sentence on a book, I leaned on a tree's cortex. Gabe, Cesare, the aunt and a rabble of people were around mom's casket.

Jesus, I couldn't bare them. I wanted them away from her. Mom deserved a tête à tête with me. I forgot to mention my young girl: grandma.

She was behaving like a psycho. Basically grandma – wore a sparkling blue-sky dress - had a hand in her pursue and she was looking around as if she wanted someone to come. She had that golden eagle's glance. The aunt, instead, was whining. Boys, what a phony. She looked like a party gift that people give at the holy communion, but one of those which you threw it away at first bin. Betty Lee was next to Cesare with a napkin in her hands and seven quintal of melted make-up.

I wondered to myself for what reason that had immerged her face in the make-up for a funeral. Christ, there's a high probability that in an event like that your tear ducts would work their ass out, so why dive your face in a baseball field of make-up?

Anyway, I stayed far away peering the bunch of hypocrites who were crying in front of mom's casket. Boys, I'm not telling you craps when I say that if I had had a grenade launcher I would have bombarded that lousy spot.

Grandma opened the dance, though. I thought that within a half an hour the bunch of hypocrites would have cleared off the area and me and mom would have stayed alone arguing about private matters.

Important fact: It wasn't raining. In every damn film a funeral means raining. Yet, at mom's funeral, the damn birds sang as hell. They made a concert like the Queen back in their golden ages.

But, at some point, it always happens something that you can't predict. At least it is what usually happens to me.

From path's gate, I saw a man bundled up in a winter jacket probably as old as the Cold War. You couldn't see the visage. All of sudden, grandma detached from the crowd and hid behind a tree. She was hiding herself like a child that plays hide and seek. She had a hat on the head.

Guess what did she do? She twisted her hat like that character in Lupin who had the cigarette on his lips.

The Winter Jacket Cold War Man stopped, he looked at me and at that point I felt an uncanny desire to run towards him and beat him up. It was mom's ex-husband.

Boys, I didn't have to worry about my animal instinct. To be honest, I didn't get nothing of what had just happened. The echo of gunshot and a second after Winter Jacket Cold War laid on the ground with a hole created by a bullet.

The bunch of hypocrites screamed out and one of them dropped mom's casket.  Christ, it was opened. Those asshole of the funeral agency hadn't sealed the casket. My aunt fainted. Cesare didn't grasp a shit as well as Gabe.

And then, among the chaos, grandma triumphed as if she had won a match against Federer. She jumped lively like a cricket.

"I erased you off from the Black List". She came closer to Winter Jacket Cold War Man and she did the middle-finger. By now, no one else was at funeral. The aunt, though, stayed hibernated on the ground. Nobody minded about her.

"Levi, get the gun". Gabe suggested.

"Me? For what the hell of reason should I take the gun off? She killed him. If someone would examine the gun and scanner my fingerprint, boys. I'd like to get the freedom of breathing oxygen, at least" I said. Then I  walked up to mom's casket and with Gabe and Cesare, I put back the body in the chest. She was really blank. She looked like an artic fox.

Boys, now do you believe me when I say that Russovski Oilman fucked my life?

In brief: People fake crying (predictable), grandma that hide herself behind a cortex (a little bit unexpected), compare a man in a winter jacket borrowed by a Russian soldier (strangeness level up), grandma takes out a gun and makes a headshot like in American Sniper (are we in a western or in real life?), mom's casket drops on the ground and her body crashes on the lawn. The end sees the sons of the lady putting back their mom's body as if it was a fishing rod stored a basement.

I started crying loud. I swear you. I have eyewitness. By the time grandma triumphed, the police were surrounding her. It was like Osama Bin Laden operation. Then I noticed a lady with a familiar look. Boys, it was Marion's mom. She was hidden behind a tre and trembling like hell.

"Mrs. Wildbeat, don't worry. Grandma is harmless" I said but Mrs. Wildbeat didn't relax at all.

"I'm going to stay here until the police will stop her. It's better and safe" She said. I shrugged my shoulders. Hers problems if she wanted to hid at a funeral.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked to Mrs. Wildbeat after a while. Sometimes she leaned forward to check the situation. I didn't wait her answer back.

"Is Marion still at home?" After all that had happened I had decided to accept Marion's offer. I wanted to go with her in Boston and all.

"Mar... No. Fortunately, she left yesterday" Mrs. Wildbeat said absent-mindedly. 

She didn't know that, but she had hurt me with those words. I wanted to fly away from that spot. Within five minutes, grandma would have been caught and sent in a mental asylum (it really happened), Gabe would have come back in that exotic county with his handsome girlfriend and Cesare and Betty Lee would have got married and had lots of infants.

Who would have been the outcast? It was just me. Alone in the damn world now that Marion had made the suitcase with two bathrobes. I just made up the bathrobes thing.

Anyway, I was depressed. I didn't know what to do next.

"Doesn't she come back anymore?" I asked again to Mrs. Wildbeat. In the meantime, police grabbed grandma.

"MY BONES. YOU'RE SUCH A GENTLEMEN". She screamed. An agent took the gun off from grandma's hand.  They didn't have the need to handcuff her. They understood that grandma was just a little bit out of mind.

"Goodbye, Molly. Goodbye!" Grandma greeted me as if I was her dead mutt. I laughed again. That goodbye killed me. Damn it, the young girl had lightened the party up.

"If you would like, I could go on with the sermons" Sheik Pastor Abraham appeared from who knows where.

"Mrs. Wildbeat hold on a secon-" But Mrs. Wildbeat was gone a second after. "I think mom has seen too much today. It's better she goes to sleep, now" Sheik Pastor Abraham didn't even try to convince me. He did a moron expression and he nodded like a gnu.

In the meantime, the phony aunt had been laying on the ground senseless. Then, she grabbed them, the senses. As she lifted her head, she had a clump of dirt stuck on the back of her hairs. You should have seen her: She looked as if she had had landed in Tutankhamun's sarcophagus. I felt pity for her. A lady like her that dirtied a two-hundred bucks dress at a ceremony. Those are events you could die for.

After the murder act, everybody went away. I knew they were a bunch of phony. Betty Lee was now next to the aunt - she had the necessity to be next to someone. Me, Gabe and Cesare tucked mom in. I gave her the goodnight-kiss, though. If you believe it or not, mom had told that only I should have had to kiss her forehead.

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i don't know if English is the language or not.

Luca 💙