Page 51 of The Champion
“Like that’s somehow your fault.” She chuckled. “Did yousee me rushing in there?”
“True.”
We were still in the entryway of the house, on top of thebroken door, when I heard someone clear their throat. This startled me for tworeasons. One, it wasn’t me who did that, and two, if that was Sway, she’sclearly sick because that was a man’s voice.
I turned quickly looking over my left shoulder, stilllying on Sway.
“Me desculpe sir?” A gruff male voice asked, standing inthe doorway.
Sway screamed, arms thrashing around, legs kicking as shetried to cover herself with her shredded clothing.
“Who is that...whothe fuck is that?” she wailed.
I tried desperately to cover her but it wasn’t helping.
I had a couple of thoughts. One, how long had he beenwatching? And two, who the fuck was he?
“Who is that Jameson?” Sway asked on the other side ofthe kitchen, hiding behind the counter.
How she was able to see enough to find the kitchen wasamazing to me. I could barely make out my own feet.
“Quem é você?” I asked.
I knew a little Portuguese, which was actually beneficialgiven these circumstances but I also wasn’t sure if I was making any sense.
When I was in high school my parents made me take twoforeign languages and piano lessons just so I had other interests. Though Ibecame good at them too, racing always held my attention the longest.
“Eu sou manutenção. Eu esqueci de desbloquear a porta,”
“What’s he saying?” Sway asked frantically and I couldnow see she was holding a fork behind my back. “What the fuck is he saying?”
I turned to her, both of us still completely naked. WhileI tried to comprehend what he had asked, I was more concerned with my wife holdinga fork.
“I swear to god, if you stab me with that goddamn thingand I will never have sex with you again.”
The man chuckled.
“Gostaria de um sir chave?”
“Yes, I’d like a key.” I took the key from him expectinghim to leave but he just stood there, staring at my wife. I lost it. “Are youfucking kidding me? Se perda imbecil!”
“Desculpe sir, desfrute da sua estadia,”
The man, who we never got a good look at, turned andwalked away. I wasn’t even sure what he said but Sway’s giggling brought meback.
Fearing a return of anymore guests, I tried to right thedoor I tore down. Sway continued to laugh at me trying to get the door back upwith the wind blowing. It wasn’t exactly easy.
“Why are you laughing?”
She couldn’t stop giggling long enough to answer rightaway but eventually she did.
“That was like horror movie shit. I thought he was goingto murder us.”
“And that’s funny?”
“Yes.” She started giggling again which in turn caused meto start laughing.
Soon we’re both laughing to the point we could hardlybreathe.
