INITIUM NOVUM: Part 1 by Casper Greysun Read Free Book Online Page B

phone. The dark humor in it being that if Ruth
were to get wind of it all, of every single detail, what would
break her heart more than the infidelity itself is the fact that
Hector, her husband, gave his wife the secondary phone and brought
the original for his sidepiece. For all it’s worth, he might as
well have put them on the same family plan.
    Hector, was happy using the same cell phone
he’s had for two years already. If Ruth were to get any wind of
that second phone, she would most assuredly ask questions. If her
sister were to get her hands on that phone, she would have the
proof she needed back when she accused Hector of being unfaithful
to her sister. Especially since both phones are part of a limited
edition set, each stamp with a signature Union Square insignia, a
promotional tactic for the store.
    The urge to hear her sister does not subside.
She dials her sister’s number one last time. It rings once. It
rings twice. It rings three times.
    “Hello,” says the voice on the other
side.
    “Hello, Heather?” Ruth asks unnecessarily, as
she knows it is her sister on the line. She recognizes her voice
instantly.
    “Ruth?” Heather inquires, “Is that really
you?”
    “Let’s get together later, it’s been too
long,” Ruth suggests, choking up as she speaks to her younger
sibling.
    “I’d like that. I’ll call you when I’m on my
way.”
    They say bye and hang up. Although it was
anything but an in-depth conversation, for Ruth, it was more than
enough to make her feel like she’s found a part of herself that’s
been missing for far too long. After drying her eyes, she lights a
half-smoked joint, this time she does so with joy instead of the
solemnity she had been trying to quell by getting high.
     

CHAPTER 6:
     
    “I said take the West Side Highway, not the
streets!” William argues.
    “You said ‘go right’ and I go right. Now you
have problem,” the taxi drivers argues back in a thick, Punjabi
accent.
    “No, I said ‘go right to the West Side
Highway.’ Not take a right, here,” he corrects the
cabbie.
    “Well, my friend, you need to speak clearer
English,” the cabbie advises.
    “Oh, my English needs to be clearer, does it?
How’s this? You’re a piece of shit,” Will curses at the
driver.
    “No, you are the shit; you, not I,” he
responds defensively, much to Will’s amusement.
    Keep irking him.
    “Bitch-ass,” Will says coolly, insulting him
without the slightest effort.
    “No, you! You are the ass of a bitch!” The
cabbie barks, screaming at him with ferocious intensity. Will only
snickers at his weak of anger. This angers him even
more.
    It was not his initial intention to pick a
fight with the man. Will had only been expressing, albeit in his
own tasteless fashion, his disdain for the cabbie’s decision to
take the streets instead of the highway. But now, Will sets purpose
to deliberately offending the man.
    “Fucking cock-sucka,” Will manages to get out
in between series of chuckles.
    “I have never sucked a rooster. You are liar
of a man,” he says, the essence of the insult becoming lost in his
understanding of the translation.
    “Dick, man. You suck dick,” Will elaborates,
shaking his head in disbelief over the fact that he actually has to
explain to someone what sucking cocks mean. “Shit, man, should I
draw you a diagram?”
    “No, you can keep your pornographic
illustration to yourself! You are a bad man, a very bad
man.”
    “Suck a cock,” Will repeats, this time in a
sing-song voice.
    “You! You will suck the cock!” The cabbie
screams loud enough that the pedestrians passing by give him dirty
looks.
    “No, you are,” he lazily continues his side of
the argument, rapidly losing interest in the squabble with the
driver
    “No, You!” The cabbie says as he pulls up to
the curb near Union Square. “I don’t need a passenger like you. Pay
and get out.”
    “Fuck you, Aziz. Take me where I need to go,
bitch,” Will demands.
    “My name is