Free The Expelled by Mois Benarroch Page B

remaining seats, and I told him, I told him a thousand times, that a couple sits together, but he was in a hurry, I don't know what for, we were both unemployed and had nothing to do, but the next bus was in twelve hours and Severio was suddenly in a hurry, I don't know what got into him, he was unbearable, well, he is unbearable when he gets nervous, you can't talk to him, and it must be that women's intuition or whatever but I saw that back and front people thing coming, like an arrow, because couples must travel together, if not, then the woman sits next to another man and they start talking, and maybe she even falls a bit in love and then her boyfriend is not the same boyfriend, he changes in her eyes, and I love Severio, and I hope he's ok, I haven't seen him since the accident. I hope he is alive, but nobody says nothing to me, neither here nor in the hospital, I have no clue what they want but I imagine that they would want to know about the crime, about who shot Cash, I say he committed suicide, that's what I believe, of course I didn't see anything, nobody saw, it was nighttime, and I heard the shot better than the others, because I was sitting next to him in the back seat, the one with the five joined seats, the last one, Severio was on my right, glued to the window, and he was sleeping too, well, at least that's what he claimed, although some said that he was the one who shot him, out of jealousy, although why would he even be jealous, I didn't even get to exchange one word with Cash, not a hello, nor a “where are you headed?”, or “where do you come from?”, absolutely nothing, but sometimes, of course, he heard me say love things to Severio, that must've turned him on, that is if he actually understood our language, I don't even know that, but the shot, you see, it woke me up and I jumped toward the exit door from fear, I jumped forward, and I only saw the body when I got to the door, and then I noticed it was the guy who was sitting next to me, and after a lot of commotion, and noise, the driver stopped the bus and ordered everybody to stay in their place, he said we had to go to the police, he ordered us not to move, and told the back people not to come to the front part of the bus, and the limit of the front part was the bathroom, that everyone called the can, because that way it made it sound more like a border. I was shaking and my boyfriend came and hugged me, and well, I don't know if I should say this, but he was so horny and he had a huge boner, so I told him to calm down, but only then did he understand what I meant, he hadn't realized he had a boner.
    That scared me. I had never seen him like this before. I saw him differently, like a wild animal about to devour a chicken, something like that. But you know when facing death there are all sorts of reactions, they say that men have boners at the time of death. There was a Japanese movie in which the woman drowned her lover little by little so he would have a bigger boner. It's physiological, something about the sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous system. Maybe something like that happened to him, I don't know, but I thought it was very strange, and for a moment I feared that he was the criminal, but he said he wasn't and I believed him, and anyway there was no shred of evidence. They found the gun in the hands of one guy from the front, who couldn't explain how it got into his hands, nobody saw a thing, nobody knew anything, everyone was asleep, at least everyone but the criminal, or perhaps even the criminal was asleep and he or she did it in his sleep, nobody knew, but then we heard screams and arguments in front and suddenly we were stopping to bury the dead guy.
    And then all hell broke loose. For starters, before we stepped off the bus, a black cat walked by on the grass. That's not good at all, and I told Severio. And to top it all off the front people accused the back people of the crime, all of them, not only one of us had died, we were