Chapter 88
"Why should I answer to you?" I stare at her for a moment, then realisation hits.
"You don't recognise me, do you?"
"Recognise you? I've never even met you!" I let this statement hang in the air before speaking quickly.
"I met a woman outside the house. She told me a bit about you."
"What do you mean?"
"She told me your name, that you had two daughters, and that she vaguely remembered a son once, but he disappeared when he was young."
"What else did she say?"
"Oh, don't worry. She didn't mention the fact that the son was beaten and abused from the age of nine. She didn't tell me that he'd be twenty three now, but he'd be twenty four in a few months. Two months after his little sister. She didn't tell me about the fact that you never looked for him after he left, not once. Don't worry. She didn't tell me much at all." I speak angrily, but I don't shout. That's odd. I always used to shout, I never used to do that. I must have picked it up from Naboo. "Do you recognise me now?" She's rendered temporarily speechless, a rare occurrence. When she finally speaks, her voice is quieter than I've ever heard it.
"Vincent."