Boring.
This is the word to describe the hours Dario passed in the cell. A policeman had brought him something for dinner, later, to pass the time he had read the Bible and then when he got tired, went to sleep.
He was awakened the next morning by a policeman, the same that had brought him dinner, but this time he was much less friendly.
"Wake up asshole."
"What happens ?" asked Dario still dazed to being awakened suddenly.
"You have a visit."
That said he handcuffed Dario and took him abruptly into a room.
There Dario saw his mother ... but she was almost unrecognizable. She seemed twenty years older. Her hair was a mess as well as her clothes, she was pale and her eyes were red and swollen. As if this wasn't enough she, who was always so careful and vigilant ... seemed dazed, isolated from the world.
At least until she noticed Dario's presence.
Then her eyes lit up with a scary light.
"Mom what ..." Dario started to say.
"Don't call me mom, you bastard."
Her voice was like a blade of ice. Dario was afraid.
"Don't call me mom, you don't have the right you damn ... you ... you killed Clint."