Chapter 51

So, yeah let's get back to me—Santo Martini.

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I had returned to my suite, it was some minutes past three in the afternoon, and excuse me for being lazy, but lately I've been thinking about doing some recreational activities, like seeing programs on the television, swimming. Yes, you heard me right readers— swimming. I mean, I can't do that so well, okay in truth I can't swim at all but I don't think I am too old to master the craft. Plus, I really am looking forward to getting off some place for a vacation like Humberto had suggested a while back. It is not entirely wrong if I bask in the excesses of luxury at least for the little time I have left to live.

But one clause remained... Belinda still hasn't returned to the hotel. I feel troubled, genuinely.

"Why don't you place a call through to her?" said Mr Ghost guy, again with the mind read.

"What is the point in doing so, Gus. I mean, she may snub my calls outrightly and-"