Cruel City. Mongo Beti

ventured, without much conviction. And as if his conscience bothered him, he added: “What are you worried about? Leave it be; this is boys’ business. You’ll find out . . .”

      He stopped on the doorway, whistling, as if it were any other fine day. He turned to his sister one last time and said, “Goodbye, little sister. Don’t worry. I know how to handle dust-ups with bastards like T. . . .”

      And he disappeared.

      This wasn’t just idle talk. He really believed what he said.