Page 54 of A Lie in Church
“Yes, Vina.”
“Did you kiss Adrian?”
“No, it’s Tristan.”
“You kissed Tristan!Cállate.” She gasped.
“I didn’t kiss him. I saw him punching the mirror in his bathroom.”
“So? I punch my mirror sometimes, too, when I hate my reflection.”
“Do you punch it to the point that it shatters and your knuckles bleed?”
“No. I love my nails.”
“That was what I saw. He kept punching the mirror until it shattered into pieces, and he didn’t stop. He went on punching the wall.” I waited for her to say something, but she was quiet, so I continued, “There was so much aggression. It was terrifying to watch, believe me. It was like he was mad at his reflection or the mirror. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”
“Why would he be mad at something so beautiful? Did you try to stop him?”
“Were you even listening to what I said? He looked like he was ready to punch whoever got in his way.”
“So, you just left?”
“What else was I supposed to do? Scream?”
“I think you’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting? I just saw someone using a mirror as his punching bag!”
“So, you think he is insane?”
“Yes. Did anything I just say sound normal to you?”
“Did he see you?”
“I hope not. I tried not to make any sound as I left.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing serious. People do crazy things once in a while. Remember when you tried to drown your neighbor’s dog?”
It had been an accident, but no one was gonna believe that anyway. My neighbor twisted the story. I had only been a kid and what had happened was not my fault.
“You don’t get it, do you?” I sighed, falling to my back on the bed.
“I do. What do you want me to say? Hide in your room? Call 911?”
“Forget it. I will call you tomorrow.”
“I can only tell you to pretend you didn’t see anything since he didn’t see you.”
“So, I should not talk to him about it?”
“No, just act like you saw nothing.”
“Okay.”
“Good night. Love you!”
“Love you too,” I said.