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“Well,” she said, looking at Samantha, “he’s breathing fine, maybe
even hyperventilating a bit. It looks more like emotional shock than
anything else. Do you know what happened?”
Samantha shrugged.
Dawn produced some rags and held them over his nose. It was many
long minutes before the bleeding stopped.
“Let’s all go downstairs, alright? I want to get you something to
drink,” Dawn said.
She went ahead.
“What did you say to her?” Alexi asked Samantha.
“Nothing…well, that you got a bad bloody nose.”
“Ah. I’ll change that, then.” Alexi said. “I need someone to know, or
I’m going to explode.”
“Don’t…” Samantha pleaded.
“Please. It pains me to see that you value losing face over the truth.
Although,” he added, mock-thoughtfully, “perhaps I will agree someday.”
Once downstairs, the three of them sat on a sofa.
Alexi turned towards Dawn.
“I think I should tell you what happened…”
She nodded, looking intently at him over a mug of hot chocolate.
Alexi quickly paraphrased the situation with an absolutely calm and
controlled voice, and then, towards the end, suddenly exploded and
fiercely slammed his fist into the wall. Although Samantha seemed
frightened, Dawn didn’t even flinch. In fact she seemed to have expected
it somehow.
“This one,” Alexi said, pointing at Samantha, “has backed down on
every promise she has ever made me. Everything is unraveling.”
Samantha sat in silence, fuming. On the inside, however, she was
completely conflicted. She hadn’t intended any of this to happen, and
had no idea what to do.
“You could do something that you almost never do: let it out,” Dawn
said.
“There’s so much held in— I’m like a walking, pressurized tank
walking about in a circus of the grotesque and absurd.”
Dawn decided not to mention that he had horribly mixed his
metaphors.
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