Chapter Forty-Two: The Tour

The tiny voice from the stereo cuddly switched to a gritty voice of a musician singing a pop music.” I love this song.” Gabriel turned up the volume of the music, as he hummed along, he tapped one finger on the steering with his hands still clutched to the wheel like he was just learning how to drive. I watched his hands, a golden sprayed watch hung loosely on his wrist, strands of long hairs rested on his creasy beige skin. There were few scars up his arm, like the remnants of a gloomy memory. Maybe from a disaster or combat of a war. I tried to imagine how it had felt, if it had lasted for days, or a week and how much he had lost fighting for a just cause. If he was this hopeful back then that he would ever live in a place free of oppositions. “That must have hurt,” I said. “Yes, it did.” He pulled the car to a halt in front of a luxurious suite. “Have a lovely night Miss Regina. I would be here around 7am to take you anywhere you want to go and maybe we can begin that tour. "