Dada 99

When I said that death was part of life again, the lawyer cut in and seemed suddenly disturbed.

‘Don’t give them that’ he said, ’Please don’t give them that’’ and made me promise to definitely not say anything like it  in court or to the almond face police officer, handling the investigation.

‘Tell me again why you were furious. I’m here to listen ‘he said.

I explained that one of the characteristics of my personality was that physical sensations often got in the way of my emotions. The day of Dada’s funeral I was very tired, I had worked nearly sixty hour on the fish dock and it was only Wednesday afternoon that I got away . Much of what went on the day of the funeral had gone by me and I had to drink lots of coffee just to keep awake. I would have preferred it if Dada had not died at that time of the week .I could say that but why bother. It was like the talk you got off the boss. My lawyer was not really pleased with these comments.

‘That’s not good enough at all ‘he said. His neck seemed to go rigid because the dancing, fat wrinkles suddenly stilled above his collar. He thought for a moment and then he said,

‘Could we say that you  were very worried about this strange relationship and that is why you appeared calm, in reality you were raging inside but you kept your emotions tightly under control that day?’

‘You could say it ‘ I said but it’s not true ‘