I'm Sorry

- Think on the bright side, Barbara. If I didn't have your jewelry, I'd have to sell it to pay the bill now. That is, one way or another, he would have gotten rid of them to get out of one of his troubles.

- Do you think about returning them to me one day? I turned my head towards him.

- Yes... The same way you think about returning my blazer. – he said seriously.

I turned my head again, looking at the ceiling. I felt my heart speed up. Okay, I sold his blazer. Then I would never see my mother's jewelry back. Unless... I bought the blazer back. Or maybe I gave him the clothes I wore, which I did with the money. It had been the night out at the Hazard.

- I'll return the blazer. I said, not looking at him.

- How would you do that?

- Delivering into your hands. Do you really think I'd take something that doesn't belong to me?

- I don't think I would. Maybe... Sell?

- Is that what you think of me, Mr. Casanova? - I pretended to be upset.

- The blazer is with me, Barbara.

I sat down again,