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“Thank you, Dylan…we need to figure out what to do with
it.”
“That’s your department, for this reason I gave it to you.
Think of what needs to be done.”
Anton thanked him and also told him in a bit clearer voice
that he hoped he would be released the next morning and go back
to his familiar space and the beloved humming of the washers
and driers of his laundry. Anton assured him that this would most
likely happen and with that positive image they parted.
At home and after their supper his dad told him, “you know
son, I noticed some correlation, unless it was a coincidence, but
all abuses, sexual abuses I found took place in the night, mostly
between seven and eight o’clock during the winter months and
between nine and ten o’clock come summer time. Dylan kept a
good eye on these incidents and he has entered them in the diary
in detail with dates and time of day.”
“I see; did you go through with it from end to end?” He
asked his father.
“Almost, son; I don’t think I missed much, but with a few
pages one reads one gets the gist of what has taken place there,
and it was horrible for these poor kids, especially the girls who,
soon as they came to puberty, they were looked at as meat, nothing
more, it is so disheartening,” his father added.
Anton went to his room. He stood for a few minutes at his
window staring at the darkening sky with stars flickering on and
off, appearing and disappearing in the vastness of the firmament.
He felt a sweet sensation as his mind ran to Mary and her spontaneous
kiss earlier today while they were in his truck. Was he
in love? He wondered. Was she in love with Anton? After a few
more minutes of staring at the expanse of the sky he changed and
drove to Molly’s for his evening coffee and Molly’s sweet treat.
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