He says ‘stay as silent as you can’.
Asks to turn the lights off to ask all his questions without the guilt of watching me cry when having to answer or maybe it is just the deterrence of my face. Ill at ease. Question after question about the green glass, about the overturned boat, about the sudden sleepiness, about the following silence, about the false bravery, about his other one’s tears, about why he would lie.
Asks to turn out the lights, says ‘stay as silent as you can’ then puts a knife to the palm of my hand.