“Huh?” she asked, surprised.
Siggi the Punk was hiding behind the curtains and whispering to me. The room was moving, and the furniture waddled back and forth.The girl looked questioningly and surprisedly at me. I was clearly about to fuck this up.Then everything went black.
All of a sudden I’m inside the kitchen at home, sitting at the kitchen table, and Adam Ant is lying on top of the kitchen cabinet with his hand under his cheek, gawping at me. I glance at Mom, who clearly can’t see Adam Ant.
“Adam Ant?” I ask, taken aback.
Adam Ant begins to laugh. “Stand and deliver,” he shouts at me. I’m starting to laugh, but my mom doesn’t think it’s funny.
“What tablets have you been taking?”
“What? I’ve not taken any tablets.”
Adam Ant disappears, and someone else comes and whispers to me. Mom tries to talk to me, but I cannot hear what she says because of the whispering. My mom has a worried expression. The floor rocks back and forth. Mom stands up, walks into the telephone room, and says something into the phone. There are three people inside the room. Definitely some friend of Mom. I call out to them:
No answer. Adam Ant is nowhere in sight. The Sex Pistols are standing outside the kitchen window and looking inside. How great that they’ve turned up.
“Hey,” I tell them and wink.
I’m going to bed. I’m tired. I’ve definitely acted fully composed and tricked Mom so she doesn’t realize a thing. I just need to watch my step with the waving and rocking, to take care not to fall on my face when the floor tilts.When Mom comes back, I say firmly: