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.