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what he thought was going on behind the closed door, he smiled
and since he didn’t want to disturb such pleasant erotic sounds,
he walked away: a broad smile on his face witness of his early
in the day surprise. Then, paying a little more attention to the
voices he recognized there were more sounds coming from the
room next to Sister Gladys’s room; it was Sister Helen’s room:
someone in there was also in the same erotic oestrus mood. His
eyebrows tightened, his lips too, he didn’t know what to do. What
a caretaker could do in such a case? He asked himself but unable
to give himself a sensible answer he walked away quietly as if
on tiptoes so he wouldn’t disturb anyone’s enjoyment and went
down the stairs to the laundry room again.
Dylan was awake and sitting on the edge of his cot, he was
smoking his first cigarette of the day. The space stank of smoke.
Anton went and opened the small window a bit to let some fresh
air come in.
“Good morning Dylan; I see your need for an early morning
cigarette made the best of you,” Anton said.
The old man coughed smoke mixed with saliva and got up.
“Time to start our day,” he said whimsically.
“Yes we might as well,” Anton said “others have already
started their day; we are behind,” he added.
“What you mean?” Dylan asked.
Anton narrated to him what he encountered upstairs.
Dylan didn’t seem to be surprised by the erotic news. He
scratched his head and visible beard and puffed his smoke filling
the room with extra stench.
“Doesn’t this surprise you, Dylan?”
“No, not at all, they are people, you know.”
“Yes, but they are people of the church; doesn’t that make
any difference?”
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