‘Just like Mr Golan’s penis,’ I said, lying back onto my pillow, unaware of the silence that had immediately filled the room. ‘How do you know about Mr Golan’s penis?’ A pale sheen now formed across his face. I heard him swallow. I sat up. Silence. The faint sound of a dog barking outside. Silence. ‘How do you know?’ he asked again. ‘Tell me.’ My head pounded. I started to shake. ‘You mustn’t tell anyone,’ I said.
