They were kicking him down the stairs. Every thud sounded painful, and I didn’t want to think about the sharp edges on each step. I couldn’t see them yet, all I could here were the cusswords and violence. They reached the hallway on the ground floor where I was. I flattened myself against the wall to let them pass. Marcus and Rankin were the kickers. I didn’t know the man they were kicking around.
The Ethiopian cleaner was walking three steps behind them. Mopping up the blood to the rhythm of the blows. He stopped when he reached me. Traditional greeting: right cheek – kiss, left cheek – kiss, right cheek once more.
-Hey! How are you?
-I’m good. Maintaining, you know?
-How’s school? Are your exams over?
-Yeah, last week, how are you? How’s your family?
-Everything’s good. Give thanks. I’ve got to finish this.
-Yeah, no worries. It’s good seeing you.
-Good seeing you too, darling.