Chapter 11 Ten Hertens

At least Gilbert, a fool, knows how to be sensible and knows that he should sleep in the armchair for the night.In this shabby room, there is no hidden corner for me to change into my pajamas.The man said: go to the bathroom to change.I don't want to have to climb those tiers of stairs in stockings, with nothing but pajamas to keep me out of the cold and prying eyes.That's it, I turn around and you can undress.I don't peek.But twice I caught him looking me up and down with greedy eyes.This person cannot be trusted.When I told him so, he clicked his tongue and grabbed the scarf over his eyes.During this time, he kept sucking in air forcefully through the gaps between his teeth, and I was afraid he would bite his teeth in.Are you happy?he ask me.

As soon as I got into bed, my toes fell into the holes in the sheets.But the sheet was as thin as paper, and it tore in two easily, and it wasn't my feet' fault.Geez, all I have left is the good sheet.As the man began to undress, I covered my ears so as not to hear the curses coming from his mouth. Excuse me, could you please go and turn off the light? He told me: wait a minute, I just need to take off my clothes. Any educated man can understand why a woman like me would ask to turn off the lights.I don't want him to stand naked in front of me like a peacock like he did that night in Jamaica.So I'm hoping to turn off the lights.I have to tell this idiot.

he laughed.Do you think you're going to peek at me?But I ignore him.Even if there is no light in the room, street lights can still come in through the window.Any poor Jamaican would be proud to have so many lights at night.I could feel the man changing and standing by the bed, jumping up and down in the cold.I decided that if he brushed his fingers over the coverlet, I would scream so loud that everyone in Midway Tree back home could hear.There was a sound from the dork trying to wrap himself in the blanket, and a sound from the crumbling armchair as he kept fidgeting for comfort!Both voices sounded equally miserable.

At first I thought that scratching and scratching sound was Gilbert, who was vulgar enough to be such a bad behavior.But then I heard a crackling sound, running over my head across the ceiling.I asked him: Did you hear that? The annoying man fell asleep.He woke up and said: What?What? Do you hear the scratching and scratching? The answer came in a flat voice: it was just a mouse. Big mouse! uh, it's a mouse You took me to a house with big rats? No, it's a little mouse.There are mice in every house in London.You know, they also left home because of the bombing. But the scratching was really loud.Are you sure it's a mouse?

Well, the man told me, look, little mice in England like to walk loudly in boots too. I could feel him smiling at the stupid joke.You must drive the little mouse away. good. Go now, Gilbert. How do you want me to get rid of the big mouse? You said it was a little mouse. No matter big or small, what do you want me to do now in the middle of the night? You must tell the landlady. Tsk, you want me to wake her up and tell her what she already knows?Well, Hortens, please, go to sleep!It's just a rat noise. I tried to sleep, but those little mice had decided to push the piano across the floor of the upstairs room.I can picture their furry figures working hard in their boots, as if I've seen them with my own eyes.

I whispered: Gilbert? He yelled: Oh, tut!He grabbed the shoe and threw it towards the ceiling.I heard the bad guys running around and then Gilbert let out an ouch as the shoe fell on top of his head.idiot! I told him: what is thrown up will definitely fall down. Oh, in God's name, please, sleep, Hortens!He begged, and I promise, by morning, nothing would be the same.