The first thing I thought about him was that he had to be a hitman, judging by his freezers. Yet he was helping my family—practically saving my family, at the moment, I was simply scared out of my mind. We are friends.
And one day, a bit later, he said over tea: I paid for a Ukraine soldier to be “made a hero” (sent to the front lines) because he was blackmailing my woman, who used to be his woman.
I said nothing. It could be that the soldier lived, and I have a thing about blackmailing.
And one day, much later, he said over wine: years ago, I killed a homeless man who was refusing to leave. People here know about it. Nobody ever gives me any trouble.
It took some swallowing. But I managed. Now, though, I really dread to hear confidences, for all that I have only two friends.
I know a guy.
The first thing I thought about him was that he had to be a hitman, judging by his freezers. Yet he was helping my family—practically saving my family, at the moment, I was simply scared out of my mind. We are friends.
And one day, a bit later, he said over tea: I paid for a Ukraine soldier to be “made a hero” (sent to the front lines) because he was blackmailing my woman, who used to be his woman.
I said nothing. It could be that the soldier lived, and I have a thing about blackmailing.
And one day, much later, he said over wine: years ago, I killed a homeless man who was refusing to leave. People here know about it. Nobody ever gives me any trouble.
It took some swallowing. But I managed. Now, though, I really dread to hear confidences, for all that I have only two friends.