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NOVEL - ''CASINO L'MIRAGE'' - DIANNA DIVERNO
She knocked again, this time harder and harder. She started to shout.
- Open Stephan! I know you're there with some slut!... Open now! - the doors in the other rooms opened and the guests watched her in amazement. She didn't care about them at all.
However, even before she wanted to knock on that door one more time, it finally opened and assistant Lawrence, who had not expected her, now watched the next few moments in confusion.
- Oh, Mrs. Iron, it's you! How nice that you came to visit us ...
But even before he said anything else, she walked past him and entered that room. Assistant Lawrence, for whom all the ships were slowly sinking, closed the door behind her, and the guests returned to their rooms.
Sabrina Iron quickly entered that room, where there was no one, except for the large refrigerator that was still standing there. She then came to the bathroom, to another room, and checked the terrace. Then, followed by Lawrence's questioning look, she returned to the room, opened the cupboards, but there was nothing there except for Rene's things. She turned to face him, clutching the black fishnet thong in her hands. She was furious and shot him with angry eyes.
- Tell me Lawrence - she began angrily - since I'm sure neither you nor my husband wear fishnet thongs, not even at work, who does this belong to? - she thrust new thongs from Rene Torres in front of him.
- Ah, that.. Well that's...
She turned once more towards the drawer from where she pulled out the red bra she used to hit him with.
- Or this? – and then she threw a lace neglie towards him, and with two high-heeled shoes she tried to hit him. But she missed. Sabrina Iron thought she had never been so furious in her life. - Do you want to tell me that you wear bras?
He watched silently for the next few moments.
- The thing is, Mrs. Iron, it's very delicate, there's no need for you to be so angry!
- Not to be angry?! - she blurted out. She was convinced that those across the street could also hear her. - How can I not be furious when that receptionist tells me that my husband - a horse - is here with his companion? He said he wanted to go fishing with the boys.. he drowned me out on the topic of fishing nets - she was angrily pacing the room left and right and in a flash, to Lawrence's horror, opened that fridge shouting:
- And I thought that he would delight me with five kilos of some babushkas, but all I see - she stared at the scene inside in shock - is a big dead smelly babushka in the fridge! - And feeling the stench that wafted up to her, she quickly closed the refrigerator door and leaned against it. She looked at him startled, as if expecting a good explanation, but he just kept silent and held a red chisel in his hand.
- Lawrence - she began much more quietly - can you tell me in two words what is happening here?
And for the next two hours Mrs. Iron listened to everything Lawrence had to explain to her. The mostly extensive explanation, without end or tail, related to the fact that even he, Edward Lawrence, did not know that the respectable Mr. Stephan had a drug-addicted lover with whom (since he showed her that picture) he gambled in various casinos in Morocco. It is true that he is also surprised, that is, shocked that, well, Stephan Iron adores poker tables, he never showed any great interest in cards, billiards, or any betting shop... He could, of course, sit down at the poker table in In America, there are as many casinos as you want, but surely that exotic, Moroccan impression and the sex appeal of young Rene did their work, so here he was in Agadir in room number 27. Also, the assistant Lawrence seemed surprised at the question that mister Iron was excited about arrested drug addicts like Rene, in addition to first-class prostitutes and former strippers, and Mrs. Sabrina was extremely shocked that her husband was excited about something in this world, and it was not related to the New Orleans Department of Investigation and the Division of Blood Crimes .
- And I'm really amazed - she said, only slightly glancing at that fridge, aware of the horror that was before her, and that sometimes it's still better to stay at home and not travel anywhere - that he so convincingly sent me to Brazil to play ping- pong tennis, I'm listening to Viv Spencer, and I'm wondering about anacondas, while he was running around Morocco with some blue silicone girl, not even thinking about how I'll feel when I find out that he's a fickle lying scumbag! All you men are the same! - out of anger, she threw another pillow at him with the aim of hitting him, but she missed. - And you, Lawrence?
- Me? - he was confused. - But why me? What do I have to do with the fact that your husband stretched this silicone girl in Morocco? - Lawrence asked her extremely clumsily, so that he immediately shut up as soon as she shot him an icy look.
She was still expressing her disgust for being shocked by the whole situation, and most of all, her husband's silicone jet was in that fridge, completely cooled, and that no one knew anything about it (and it would be best if no one ever found out) and that the two of them, with considering the circumstances in a very bad sauce, from where it would be best if they swept unnoticed across the terrace.
- And put a chilled blue slut in the fridge for me! - she raged through her teeth. - And during that time, he, a jerk, swept away with his suitcases and left the two of us to suffer and inhale this stench! I really don't know why I'm such an idiot, so I didn't subscribe to three weeks in Rio De Janeiro? Well, the time with Viv Spencer is wonderful compared to this exotic Stephan's circus! Even in my madness, I would never think of leaving dead lovers in the freezer as a sign of farewell!
Lawrence nodded. He remembered that it was time to call the police officer Ethel and tell her that he wouldn't come to work tomorrow either... Bronchitis took off ... To hell with work!
- I admit - Lawrence began - it's a strange custom!
- This only indicates that I do not know my husband at all. Well, Viv used to say that the worst ones are calm, devoted to work and withdrawn ... Without a doubt, Viv is right! Nothing worse than that variety, and the next time I get married, dear Lawrence, and I will get married because I don't want to stay in this marriage for a single day anymore - I will find some brawler with a gun who drives a motorcycle at 200 an hour and lives in a trailer!
Lawrence winced.
- Mrs. Iron, didn't you ever think that something bad had happened to your husband? Well, you saw that picture a little while ago - he pointed to the picture - it says that they were both "Written Off"! - and he was really worried.
- And what could happen to him? Even if he's dead, why should I care? - she pointed to the fridge. - Well, if he's already putting on drugged silicones without giving a damn about advice, why should I care if he's alive or dead now? After all, he left us that cold silicone miracle, so now I need to transport myself to New Oreans unnoticed with the fridge! Instead of finishing the job alone, as it should be. When he could be in bed with her, then let it be nice and bury him somewhere ... there is a place on the Atlas mountain ... Eh, Lawrence, I scolded myself a hundred times in the last hour for coming to Morocco at all - nodded is head excited. - And I thought that my arrival would be a pleasant surprise ...
Lawrence listened attentively and nodded.
- You have no idea, Miss Iron, how right you are - so I am completely pleasantly surprised by your arrival. How nice it is here in Agadir to see someone famous! - he truly meant it sincerely.
Mrs. Sabrina Iron watched him silently for a few moments ... She never thought that she would experience such moments, that she would react so calmly ... Was it because her and Stephan's relationship is reserved, cold, mostly friendly and brotherly... Although at first she was offended, mostly by what he dared to do, what she sometimes secretly wished for - now she understood that this epilogue was expected - and that he would surely leave then from her ... She sighed deeply.
- Have you thought about how to return to America? Shall we get out of here? I'm sure that the Moroccan authorities would accuse us if we killed this silicone girl and left her in the fridge for a few days, to cool down a bit ... She's already turned blue ... Tomorrow will be even scarier ... This is not even in horror movies - she tried to give her tone a little optimism.
- Yes, they would surely prosecute us for that, these authorities do not like fixing and drugs ... Here the law on those issues - he patiently explained to her - is really different ... sharia...
- I don't know the Moroccan law very well, but it is certainly rigorous. After all, I've been here for two hours and I still haven't the faintest idea how to get out of here unnoticed.
It was seen that both of them were thinking about it for a few moments, although without a concrete conclusion. The worst thing was that now he couldn't even share his suspicions with her about Mr. Iron being killed... She jumped as if scalded at the very mention of his name...
They spent the evening in that story, aware that today they will have to move the refrigerator to the terrace a little, when that girl comes to clean the room, but that in the morning they will have to figure out where to hide the corpse of Rene Torres, because the smell, similar to blackberry, will be unbearable at least seven reasons.
Post je objavljen 08.05.2025. u 11:24 sati.