Amnesia

It was half past eight in the morning and they were still waiting for someone to deign to tell them that they could go see her but as no one spoke, Elio got up and Hugo glared at him. He often played the reasonable older brother but Elio had no use for that. He had waited too long and just thinking that perhaps they had been forgotten hurt him.

“Can I know what you’re doing?”

“They asked that we wait five hours and you see that these hours have passed and half an hour more even. I’m going to see her now, Hugo.”