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Joy
reposes his question, with an
aggressive tone of voice:
-What doyounot understand,
Mr. Solaro?
I stay quiet but I feel they
are waiting for something
from me. My lawyer turns
around nervously and all of
the eyes are on me. So, I say
it is the word “scandal” that
I don’t understand. I say that
Rédoine was a gang leader
who lived in violence and that
I am not sure that his death is
a scandal; that it seems more
logical than other things. In
the eyes that fix on me and
in the small murmuring that
gets louder, I can tell that I
have not been understood.
I’m the one who killed him
and I’m not in the right place
to say this, but, Rédoine’s
death rather falls into the
natural order of things, there
you go, that’s what I think.
Iaddthatmymom’sdeathdoes
not seem scandalous either,
maybe there are scandalous
deaths, but my mom’s is not
one of them. Mom had a
good life and her death did
not take away anything that
she experienced, actually to
the contrary. Obviously, she
could have been able to live
ten more years but we could
say that about all of the dead
or almost all of them could
have been able to live for
ten more years. I must not
be very clear because the
murmuring inflates; yet I
have said nothing aside from
self-evident facts.
“No
further
questions,
Madame
judge,”
the
prosecutor gives up; before
heavily sitting down, he fixes
his hair.