There were three people in the room. A man was playing billiard. He was playing alone. Another man was standing by the window and he was looking at him.
There was a sofa close to the billiard table. A woman was sitting on it with her legs up on the sofa. She was holding a glass in her hand. In the glass, there was something of golden colour. Probably, it was some whisky.
‘And he disappeared just like Alan,’ said the man at the billiard table.
‘Who is Alan?’ asked the man at the window?
‘Alan is Lorna’s brother,’ replied the man. ‘I never met him.’
‘What happened to him?’ he asked and turned to Lorna.
‘He left the family. He said that he wanted to see the world. One day he left and he never came back again,’ said Lorna and then she drank a little bit from her glass.
‘Where did he go exactly?’ asked the man at the window again.
‘To the world,’ said Lorna and she made a big circle with her hands. ‘He can be anywhere now. He didn’t say where he was going. And I don’t know where he is now. I don’t even know whether he is still alive!’
‘Now she will start talking about how much she misses Alan. But it’s not true, inspector. She has all of Alan’s money in her bank. She is happy that Alan disappeared,’ said the man and he hit one of the balls on the billiard table. ‘She always does that, when she talks about Alan. Just ignore her inspector.’
Lorna got furious. She threw her glass at her husband and she shouted at him: ‘Nobody will ignore me in my house!’
The glass flew close to her husband’s head. But he didn’t care. He kept playing his billiard game.
furious /ˈfjʊəriəs/ – zúrivý
disappear /ˌdɪsəˈpɪə(r)/ – zmiznúť