White Niggers
Chapter 42
Friday, September 6th, 2019, 21:15
Flat of Zoe and her boyfriend, Hasnerstraße 127, 16th district of Vienna
This mother issue is a clear manipulation, Lisa thinks. She drives a tank right over my emotional sore spots, and the tank has fine-link tracks so it hurts extra hard. I need to go on the counter-offensive.
"Why are you so interested in whom I meet and whom my mother approves of?" Lisa says.
"I… I… I…" Zoe says.
A little change of tone and there goes her confidence, Lisa thinks.
"And second: Why do you even think you have the moral right to lecture other people on relationships?" Lisa says. "Do you really think your Doppler story is a marital success?"
There is a little tear in Zoe's eye.
"I just want to help," Zoe says.
"I did not ask you to help," Lisa says. "If I follow your advice, the best I can hope for is what you've got. Your Siegfried–"
"Manfred," Zoe says.
Lisa thinks about the mythical knight Siegfried who according to legends killed a Lindworm and bathed in his blood. The only worm Manfred is capable of killing is his schlong.
"Your Manfred is less human than a coffee machine," Lisa says. "He behaves like a robot. And you play along. Two humanoid coffee machines."
"Alright," Zoe says. "I won't talk to you about your private life."
"Thank you," Lisa says.
Zoe sighs.
"You didn't talk like this before," Zoe says. "Humanoid coffee machines and whatnot."
"It's Timur who made me this way," Lisa says.