In one of my early relationships the girl used to dress me up and buy me
things. She would bring me food and give me love. People would look at
the two of us in sympathy with everything we saw. I never wanted
anything as she would buy whatever I needed. She would phone me in the
evening on hearsay and buy me caviar. Or take me to a restaurant off
Broadway. We never ever argued. We never calculated the currency we'd
spent. Sometimes I'd look at her and think to myself that words mean so
little and money less
when she's lying next to me. She also paid my rent. It was so easy.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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