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“No, I mean how did you end up here?”
“Because of a cute dog. I like dogs.”
There seems to be a communication issue or perhaps a condition that affects her ability to express herself, as her responses lack nuance and detail.
Could she be talking about Carla? It can't be...
“Carla?” I gulp, watching her slow movements as she braids my hair.
“Yes,” she responds briefly, deepening the pit in my stomach.
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.”
“Alright. Go on...” I sigh, keeping my eyes on her. “Tell me the whole story. Who brought you here, and where is Carla now?”
“I found her on the street, near the orphanage where I spent 17 and a half years. Samael brought me here, and initially, I took care of his dog and the house, alongside two other older ladies who used to come here on shifts.”
My stomach knots at the mention of his name.
“Do you know present day Samael?”
“Present day Samael?” she blinks, appearing confused.
“I misspoke. Do you still have contact with him?”
“Yes. We still keep in touch. He no longer stays here, but he occasionally passes through, although he never stays overnight.”
So much mystery surrounds him...
“Is Carla with him?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know where she is?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” her response eases my worries, as if now I have the assurance that I can reconnect with Samael if I choose to.
“And what about Mr. and Mrs. Morgenstern?”
“They spend most of their time abroad, in Romania. They bought vineyards there and left Mr. Manasseh in charge of the business here.”
“So Samael isn't involved?”
“No, he seems disconnected from the family.”
“And what about Uriel?”
“Uriel travels a lot. He's always on a cruise ship with his friends, but he comes back occasionally for his studies. He's already in his second year, studying IT.” That's right. Uriel and I were in the same class in high school, but since I took a gap year, he's already in his second year now.
“What exactly are you to Samael, Rosé?” I catch her reflection in the mirror, and I can see the confusion in her eyes as if I've asked her the most challenging question.
“Uh, a friend,” she stutters, and I feel a strange sensation burning in my chest, and a lump forming in my throat.
“Have you slept with him?” I can't help but press the question, my nails digging into the chair's armrest.
