Chapter 53 fifty two bernard

Feels a lot like a thief.stupid.I know.One cannot break into one's own home.But the key has been turned.There are unfamiliar items in the room.Strange taste.Everything feels sneaky somehow.I know they are out.Saw them leave in the morning.Very well-groomed.Little did he realize how eccentric he looked.It's going to be difficult, I know, but they're not trying to fit in.His suit was smart, but baggy like a bum.And she's simply overdressed and doesn't wear white gloves on weekends.Still, I knocked on the door a few times, just in case.Who knows how many more people will be in there?Just play it safe.Not afraid.One touch guy.Don't mess with them if you don't have to.

There is a huge suitcase blocking most of the doorway.There was little room to turn around.I managed to walk between the bed and the chair and hit my shin.Weird gas smell.I wonder if they know how to use gas properly.You can't be too careful.Check that the water taps are closed tightly.The disturbing smell clings like dust.The tattered cloth was spread out on the bed.The armchairs were bruised and crippled and riddled with holes.Dead flowers are placed in jam jars.This place is a real shame. Mom used to use this room all the time.Sewing, mending, reading, things like that.When I was young, every time I couldn't find her, I would climb the stairs.If the door is closed, I know she's inside.I'll knock three times on the door.

She said: What does an obedient boy look like? And I will tell her: Let people see, but don't make a sound.Only then would she call me in.Motioned for me to sit in her chair.And I will watch her fingers deftly mend socks on the mushrooms under the faint firelight.Or embroider some brilliant patterns.She stopped when she heard any footsteps in the stairwell.listen.Her lips silently counted the number of steps she had climbed.A door closes and she says (not to me, but out loud) a name.That's the renter who just came home or just went out.Dad rarely comes up here.At least, when Ma was alive, he never made such a long walk to join us.She recognized Pa's footsteps.When he came up and went out, Mom was curious to know what he was going to do when he was approaching.Dad was born in this room.Before him there were his father and several aunts.Ma called it a woman's room.Not just because of birth.And the view from the window.She said she could monitor the entire street without anyone noticing.That was the top of her world.

In Breton (and the East) I used to think fondly of the cracked plank stairs, the cavernous vacancies, the jammed window frames of venerable old houses.Sometimes I think about the house more than I think about Queenie, I admit.The funny thing is, I feel like I've let Mom down, not Dad.This house is going to be destroyed.Of course, war followed suit.Some would say luck that the bricks and mortar survived.But I'm still a poor housekeeper.Can't see anything out the window now.The curtains were dirty and torn.These people of color do not have the same standards.I have seen it in the East.Not used to our style.These immigrants do not take it seriously.Mr. Todd felt that they were like children who knew so little.But I don't eat that set.He had never been to the East Coast.I have never seen how cunning these colonial races can be.like a child?Nonsense.Still had to correct him.You see, I have more experience.The prescription for a calm life varies from person to person.This war is fought so that people can live with their own kind.Pretty simple.There is a place for everyone.England is for the British, and the West Indies is for the colored people.Look at India, the British know the principle of fairness.Give India to the Indians.That's how we hand them over. (No matter how disorganized they were pieced together.) Everyone managed to get home with friends and family after the war.The only exceptions are these bastard colored colonials.I will not fight against them when I am in their place.But this is not their place.Mr Todd thinks they can only survive one British winter.Hope he's right.These brown bums are nothing but trouble.

Did not hear their footsteps coming up the stairwell.Since I was in India, my hearing has not been so sharp. (Credit to the bullets and the bombing.) I can stand my ground no matter what.No harm will be done.They looked pathetic when they walked in.After the hilarity, a pair of drenched bards.The two of them were dressed in the colors of the sea, their clothes too thin for the climate here, and sagged with the humidity.These people belong to the tropical climate.It would be an act of mercy to send them back to where they left behind. The three of us stared at each other for a while, wondering what to do next.Neither side had anything to say, and finally the black boy asked me what I was doing in their room.

look around.I tell them. Shameless guy told me that this room, the top floor of my house, is actually his. I said: I beg to differ. When he heard it, he looked dazed.stared at me as if I were a foreigner. This is my house.I said it carefully so the idiot could understand me.But things are no different. According to this black boy, I can't just enter his room like this.Somehow, I still need his permission!I don't think so. I told him: I can come and go as I please in my own house.This sentence offended him. He yelled at the rent and said he paid a lot of rent. I said: I'm not interested in what you pay.This is my house.

As far as I'm concerned, this conversation is over.Of course, he didn't see it that way.He dared to ask me how I got in. I told him: none of your business.But I showed him the key anyway.Leave him no room for doubt, let him know who has the upper hand.My house, and I have keys to every room.To the nigger, it seemed insignificant.He still calls me out.The volume has been raised.Of course, there is no need.But thanks to his outspoken friend downstairs, I've learned a hard lesson from these people: Reasoning with them doesn't work.Don't want to cause any more rough things.But I fought a battle to defend my homeland.You can't let the house be eaten away.

I told him: This is my house, I can walk into any room at will. He then proceeded to rant about his right to privacy.Said he paid the rent and therefore deserved a right to privacy. Shameless guy left me speechless.You deserve it! You deserve it!What he deserved was being thrown into the street.He and all the other ungrateful pigs.Then he walked towards me.Eyes bulge like savages.I had to tell him resolutely: If there is any trouble, I will call the police to deal with you.Throw your hands up to me.Very submissive.Told me he didn't want to make me angry.Said he was only interested in finding out what I wanted.But I've seen all their tricks in India.I straightened up and looked, I was taller than him.Tell him: sooner or later you have to get out of here.

He asked me why four times.We stood so close I had to breathe his air.There is no way.Finally told him: I want to sell the house.It was funny, he announced to me that Queenie never mentioned it.The way Queenie would tell him.Call her Queenie.This is my house, not my wife's.She doesn't have to tell you everything.I seem to have stepped on his tail.Then he shouted angrily.His rent is paid to Queenie.It was Queenie who let him live in.He only echoes Queenie's words. I say to the shameless fellow: Please call her Mrs. Bligh, thank you. He ignored it.He yelled again.Wondering if Queenie (whom he said to piss me off) asked him to move too.I soon silenced him.

I am the husband of Mrs. Queenie Bligh.This is my house and I want you to leave.I thought that made it clear enough, but this idiot asked the same question again.Oh my God, my god.Can't you understand English?You take advantage of her good nature.But now that I'm back, we're going to live a decent life again.This is what I go to war for. I thought he had calmed down.He took a deep breath.Look at your feet.Biting his plump lips.Almost silently mentioned that he also went to the battlefield to fight.I do not doubt that there is him.I saw Colonial Force in Blackpool.Perform clerical duties and similar jobs.Of course it works, but it can't be called a bloody soldier.Apparently all he needs now is a chance to live a decent life.I told him: I expected it.There was hardly any need to point fingers at the poor room, but I pointed it out anyway.But you look at this place is really embarrassing.Then the woman started complaining.Can't understand a word.I only heard that it seemed to want to make this room better.Get better?I almost laughed out loud.Those warm moments spent here with my mother.A chair in front of a raging flame.One pot of tea, one muffin per person.That's good.And now seeing this makes my blood boil.

Well, honey, you can add more oil.I didn't realize it, it happened so fast.He pushed hard on my shoulder.Damn black boy yelled out at me.no way.I also had to push him back.Look, it's only a little higher.Let him shake.Try to stay calm.I told him: No, you have to go out.Grumpy guys, these black immigrants.It's hard to go back into the bottle once you wake up.He snapped back at me.Tell me this place is falling down.I called him nonsense.Even Hitler only made it look slightly rundown.Nothing like the ghettos these people have ravaged.Then his audacity shocked me.Insinuating that he is my wife's friend.You are so brave!friend?With people like you?These black boys are really excitable.Worse than coolies.He started jumping up and down, doing some ugly war dance and talking about blood clots.He said he was going to blow my head off.Pay attention to what I say, or you will chop me into mud.I should be careful when I say the next sentence.Shocking behavior.I'm glad to see Queenie rushing through the door, I admit it. what happened?She yelled, domineering like a bulldog.What's the noise? I just tell these these people they have to move. He didn't even let her breathe, he yelled at her.Demand to know what happened.Plead for a woman.shameless. I firmly told him: Please tell me your question, thank you. Queenie yelled: Shut up.face me!Takes the momentum away, I admit.She said: I'll come and talk to them.You shouldn't have heard that from your wife.What's going on here now?Especially in front of these people of color. These people must go.No gringos are allowed in my house. Then he poked me with his finger.Said he had warned me to watch my words.I told him: I can say whatever I like But Queenie started screaming.She wants me to be quiet.Keep your voice down.Be quiet.clam down.God, where is her faithfulness?Standing with the niggers and not supporting my husband.Of course he saw it.Mocking me and asking me to listen to my wife.Queenie told him: Gilbert, you can shut up too.Not to mention it sooner. I said: Yes, go out. He's having another fit.As if I hadn't identified the situation.shouted again.It's me who should go out of his room.Push me.This guy.Two women jumped between us.But I managed to free one hand.Give him a push.I yelled: Is this woman your wife or just for fun?This is more effective than hitting him.The vile coolie kept swearing, and all kinds of words began to come out of his mouth.The female black boy tried to stop him.Almost fun.It's just that Queenie clutches her stomach suddenly.pain.Pale and flushed like raspberry ice cream.Mouth opened like a cave.She roared ferociously like a wild animal.Everything stands still like an absurd image. She wailed: Lord Jesus!Bending down and shouting: Oh, my God!He stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl Hei Zai. It was concern that brought me back to my voice: What's the matter, Queenie? She was panting, her tongue thick as a steak.Hei Zai managed to get her to sit on the chair.But she couldn't sit down.Her fists were full and she grabbed the woman's coat.Hei Zai stretched out his hand to support her.I told him: Hey, no, don't touch it.Push his hands away (brutally, I admit).Come on, we'll take you home.Barely supporting her weight, but she was surprisingly heavy.I could barely hold her up.Of course he jumped forward, ready to catch it.The lust in her eyes was barely concealed.He spread his hands and placed them on her body.I yelled: Get your dirty hands off and don't touch my wife. She screamed hysterically: Don't touch me! Really. But she also waved my hand away.The force made me trip over the trunk.This is ridiculous. Queenie said: Hortens, help me. I told her: stop making trouble. The silly girl Hei Zai just pointed at herself.Can't figure out the situation at all.I? I said: Queenie, you need a doctor. I went to help again, but before my fingertips could touch her, she yelled. Hortens, come on, help me downstairs.please. I have to push that black boy again.He lunged forward, trying to grab her again.He made a fist.There is no way, I clenched two fists.Signal him to move.Just a little bit taller. Queenie yells: Stop it.The female Heizai stood up straight and held her arm.The cowardly Heizi let go of his guard.I assisted Queenie one last time, but she didn't appreciate it.She is calm.Pleading: Bernard, please, just stay away from me.Then the two women limped out of the room like wounded soldiers on the battlefield.