Glenda - страница 4

Mr. Holstein laughed timidly along with Glenda, but his hands began to tremble.

– I'm buying.

Surprised by such a sudden change in mood and the pleasant outcome of the meeting, the owner squealed with pleasure.

The new owner of the apartment, when signing the contract, could not help but notice some oddities, but she reassured herself that she had simply overheated her head in the sun.

It seemed to her for a moment that her right big toe was missing, that instead of it there was a bloody stump with dried blood. She closed her eyes and looked again at the well-groomed foot in the sandal, the burgundy polish looked great on her big toe.

After shaking hands after a successful transaction, the man with a check for an enviable amount and the girl with the keys to her own home in the city center went off on opposite sides of the street. Walking proudly along Vesterbrogade, Glenda thought about how quickly she was changing her life to a new one. A new home, although previously she had only rented accommodation in London. A new image, because she had never curled her hair before. All that's left is to find a guy and a job, and it's done.

“Do I want a new relationship so soon after cheating? No I do not want to. I need a new job. For what? To feed yourself? I have a ton of money, I could spend another whole year on a spree and still have some left over, considering my needs. Maybe it’s worth resting a little and surrendering to life as it is, completely, all-consumingly?”

Reasoning in this way, Glenda Miller plunged into a three-day bender. Clubs, parties, new acquaintances and love. That evening, while celebrating the purchase of her first property in Dunkel, she immediately hooked up with the young and handsome Jornas. Rocking out to electro house and tequila, he seemed incredibly attractive to her, and she went with him to her room.

The next morning, he proposed a relationship with her, and without resisting for a long time, the girl, who had recently realized that she had begun a new round of life, agreed.

They walked around the city for two more days, hanging over their martinis in broad daylight. At night we rode in a limousine with his friends and girlfriends, honked the horn and returned to the hotel in the morning.

But on the morning of the third day, intoxication still covered the young bodies, and pale from poisoning, they sat near the toilets, washing their stomachs.

– Do you believe in ghosts? – suffering from a headache, but with relief after vomiting, Glenda started a sober conversation with Jornas for the first time.

– I prefer to think so, otherwise my brother has actually gone crazy. – The young brown-haired man smiled sadly.

– What, your brother believes in them?

– He doesn’t just believe, he claims that he sees them regularly. That's why my parents gave him to a welfare home when they were still alive.

– House of Welfare? What is this?

– This is such a mental hospital at the church. The nurses and doctors are Lutherans, and the patients are churchgoers. – Seeing his girlfriend’s bewilderment, Jornas corrected himself. – Well, that is, there are many parishioners in the church itself and they are all, of course, healthy, it’s just that only the mentally ill and crippled are sent to the hospital.

– And how do they treat them?

– Peace and quiet, no injections, straitjackets, electric shocks or other torture.