Chapter 7: Billy's Advice
Martin returned to his room in the basement. He plugged the cords into his computer, while Billy walked into his room. "Do you want to talk about it, Martin?"
"It's fine, Billy. You said love conquers all, right?"
"Sure, Martin. Want a hand setting up your computer?"
"I have it. I could use some time alone."
Billy nodded. "Well, I'm going to go watch videos on BitChute. Maybe, David Icke has posted something new."
Martin rolled his eyes and continued his work. Once he had his computer up and running, he scrolled through his pictures and found one of Samantha Goode. His heart skipped a beat as he printed out an 8x10 of the woman he loved.
He found an old picture frame among his stuff and placed the picture into it. Then he set up on the nightstand.
Sammy, I have proved to myself that I'm a man and soon I'll make you my woman.
Hours passed and Billy walked into Martin's room.
"Why do you have a picture of Samantha Goode on your nightstand?"
Martin smiled. "She is the woman I love."
Billy's eyes grew wide. He took a cigarette out of his pack and lit it.
"You promised not to smoke in our apartment," spoke Martin.
"After I tell you what I have to tell, you may need a smoke too."
Martin shook his head. "I may have changed my opinion on eating flesh, but smoking is the ultimate sin. Nothing represents the evils of the patriarchy any more than a cigarette. It gives you diseases and it is a phallic symbol."
"Okay. You are fucked up in some ways. Do you know Uncle Jack's last name?"
"I assume it is Ranter."
"No, Martin, it is Goode. Jack is my maternal uncle. Did you ever ask Samantha how she knew me? She is my cousin – Uncle Jack's daughter. She is your half-sister. My advice to you is don't fuck your sister."
Martin sat on the edge of his bed in silence. Time passed slowly. After a long period of silence, Martin looked up and said, "I think I'll have that smoke now."