Citation de babel95
The little house in front of me was a run-down two-story in a particular poor part of the Bronx. The windowsills had all but rotted away, and even from the outside, I could smell the damp of the interior, I'd driven past that house many times. On each occasion, I'd lacked the courage to stop the car.
Not today.
Five past seven in the morning. The street was quiet.
I put the duffel down on the front step dans rang the bell.
Footsteps in the hall.
I heard the rattle of door locks and security chains behind me as I opened the door of my Mustang and got in. I drove off as Hannah Tublowski opened her front door. She picked up the duffel and the letter that I'd placed on top of it. I didn't want forgiveness. I didn't want her to tell me that it wasn't my fault.
I knew what I had done ; I knew that I would never make that mistake again ; I knew that there were bad people in this world and that as long as I played my part in the justice game and I remembered who I really was, those people wouldn't get a second chance to harm anyone else.
Not today.
Five past seven in the morning. The street was quiet.
I put the duffel down on the front step dans rang the bell.
Footsteps in the hall.
I heard the rattle of door locks and security chains behind me as I opened the door of my Mustang and got in. I drove off as Hannah Tublowski opened her front door. She picked up the duffel and the letter that I'd placed on top of it. I didn't want forgiveness. I didn't want her to tell me that it wasn't my fault.
I knew what I had done ; I knew that I would never make that mistake again ; I knew that there were bad people in this world and that as long as I played my part in the justice game and I remembered who I really was, those people wouldn't get a second chance to harm anyone else.
