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violate copyright and may be subject to legal sanctions. Coppy Right two thousand twenty - four stripe Lily' s Secrets Act. All rights reserved scene one two months ago. In general, cleaning toilets was not very interesting and I had done so many times that I already had an optimized routine. Spray disinfectant everywhere, pour disinfectant in, Swallow, Swallow, Swallow, Swallow, Dry, Dry, dry, run water, all in less than two minutes if there
was a competition to clean toilets and you would certainly win it. Not that day, however, for the noises of the cubicle next door kept distracting her. I was pretty sure the girl there was crying that or she was exercising. Agitated breaths were heard, but what kind of exercise could be done in a bathroom cubicle, perhaps lifting the knees. A suffocated sound was heard followed by an acute moaning and the toilet brush was released. No doubt that was
a sob. He supported the temple against the side of the cubicle. He cleared his throat and asked Miss, something happens to him, no, it ' s nothing. The young woman responded, but her crying became more intense before she stopped abruptly and became a more suffocated breathing work in this hotel as a cleaner. If someone has mistreated her, I can help her. She would have tried in any case, as nothing angered her more than a stalker. However, he could not afford to lose his job. I' m
not okay. The door latch made a noise and a few footprints rang against the marble floor and popped the head of her cubicle in time to see how a beautiful young woman was walking towards the sink, wearing the tallest and scariest heels she had ever seen and a tight red dress that ended right under her
ass. If the eyes could procreate, as I' m grandmother said, that girl would have gotten pregnant just by putting a foot on the callé on her side, and she had become pregnant in high school, without the need for a tiny dress or vertigo heels. At first he had resisted. Her mother and grandmother had made it clear to her that the studies were the first, but that boy had chased her until he got her into believing that it
was love. However, when she had told her that she was pregnant, instead of marrying her, she had reluctantly offered to keep her as a lover. She wasn' t the kind of girl he wanted to introduce to his family, high- class and surprise. He was engaged and planned to move on with the wedding, of course, and had rejected it. And that was a relief and a surprise to him, the very cretin. That had
shattered the Day family, which had placed much hope in it. But as she had intuited, they supported her in everything as well as their Baby, the young girl in the red dress, washed her hands and wiped her cheeks stained with rhyme before throwing the towel on the countertop and retreating. I squeaked yellow rubber gloves when he formed fists with his hands. The towel basket was
right there grumbling for its insides. He headed for the sink, cleaned the countertop with the towel used by the young woman and threw it into the basket. A quick inspection praises the countertop, mirror and pile of neatly folded towels. He confirmed that everything was in perfect condition, so he went back to the last cubicle. The bathroom door opened suddenly and another young woman ran in
with black hair up to her waist. The slender body, long legs and dangerous heels were very similar to the previous girl, except that her dress was white. There would be some kind of parade at the hotel and why this girl was crying too. Miss, you' re all right, she asked and as she took a shaky step towards her. The girl poured water on her face. I' m fine, he leaned his wet hands on the granite countertop, which created a puddle that he would then have to clean and
observe his reflection in the mirror while doing several deep breaths. I thought she ' d pick me. I was so confident why ask that question if I didn' t want to listen. The answer is a cheat and he turned his gaze from the drops of fresh water on the countertop and fixed it on the girl' s face. What a woman to choose for what. The girl inspected the hotel uniform with her eyes and blanked her eyes. You wouldn ' t understand. dy' s back got tense and his skin blushed with
shame. I had already received that look and heard that tone of voice. I used to know what they meant. Before she came up with a proper answer, the girl had disappeared and by the girl' s grandfather and all her other ancestors, another towel had been wrinkled on the countertop and headed towards the sink. He cleaned up the mess that the young woman had left and threw the towel into the basket. Well, he actually tried it because he
pointed wrong and the towel landed on the ground resplendent with frustration. He went to pick it up just as his gloved fingers closed on the cloth. The door opened again and looked up. If she was another spoiled, whining girl, she' d go to another bathroom at the other end of the hotel, but she wasn' t. A slightly older woman of fatigued appearance went silently to the living room located at one end of the bathroom and sat on one of the small velvet sofas with just a glance s and knew it was
a bit qut, a combination of elements. She gave her authentic and huge Louis Witton bag, her expensive dress and her feet, with her fingernails neat, with manicure and her fingers perfectly free of calluses. Those sandals had to belong to an overseas Vietnamese woman. Those people left very generous tips. For any reason, the money practically emanated from them. Maybe Il' s lucky day threw the towel in the basket and approached the woman. I can help
you with something. The woman gestured to dismiss the question. Just let me know Enjoy your time. Here is a very nice toilet room. He made a grimace wishing he hadn' t said those last words and turned back to the toilets. I couldn' t figure out why they had a living room in the bathroom. Evidently, it was a very nice place, but why relax in a place where you could hear people doing their things. He finished his job. He supported the bucket of cleaning products on the floor next to
the washbasins and carried out a final inspection of the bathroom. One of the hand towels had unwrapped a bit, so he shook it, rolled it up again and leaned on the pile next to the others. Then he repositioned the box of ready paper handkerchiefs. Everything was presentable, he bowed to take his bucket, but before his fingers were closed on the handle, the woman said
why you put the clinex box that way and straightened himself. He looked at the box of paper handkerchiefs and then bowed his head towards the woman, because the hotel so desires. Ma' am, a thoughtful expression pierced the woman
' s face. After a second she gestured there to get closer and patted her in the space next to her on the couch come talk to me for a while call me Carol and sketched a smile of confusion, but she did what the woman had asked and sat next to her with her back straight, her hands interlaced and her knees together as if she were the most virgin virgin of all. Your grandmother would have been proud. Eyes of insightful look on
a pale powdered face. They evaluated her with the same care she had just inspected the bathroom countertop and kept her feet together in a forced manner and gave the woman her best smile. After reading the name of her badge, the woman said so that your name is trn NGS. Yes, Mrs Cleansings, baths here, what else you do. Her smile threatened to fade, so she made an effort to keep it on her face. He also cleaned the guest rooms, so that means making more bathrooms, changing the sheets, making
the beds, vacuuming. That kind of thing. It was not what she had dreamed of doing when she was younger, but she provided support and made sure to do a good job. Ah, that' s Mestiza. The woman bowed forward, took the chin and raised her face. You have green eyes and held your breath and tried to figure out what the woman would think about it. Sometimes it was a good thing, but usually it wasn' t. It was much better to be Mestiza. When you had money,
the woman frowned. How can it be here? There have been no American soldiers since the war and he shrugged his shoulders. My mother says he was a businessman. I never met him. According to that story, his mother had been his housekeeper and something else. At the same time, his romance was over when his labor project ended and he left the country. It wasn ' t until later that her mother found out she was pregnant and by then
it was too late. She had not known how to find him and had had no choice but to return home to live with her family, and had always thought that she would succeed in doing things better than her mother, but somehow she had managed to follow exactly her own steps. The woman nodded and squeezed her arm. Once you' ve just moved to the city, you don' t show up from around here and he turned his eyes and his
smile faded away. He had grown up with very little money, but it wasn' t until he got to the big city that he realized how poor he was. We actually moved in a couple of months ago because I got a job here so obvious is the woman patted him there on the cheek, in a strangely affectionate way. She' s still a naive country girl from where you' re from a nearby haitó village by the river. The woman
outlined a broad smile. I knew I liked you places make people. I grew up there until I called my restaurant and Tonudels is a very good restaurant located in California. They talk about him on television and in magazines, although I guess you haven' t heard of him here. He sighed for himself before his eyes narrowed and asked how old you look twenty- three years younger. Carol said laughing but she' s a good age, a good age for what. But he didn' t ask the question with us improperly.
She was ready to give up the conversation. Maybe a real city girl would have retired by now. The toilets didn' t clean themselves.“ You have ever thought about going to America,” Carol asked and shook her head, but it was a child’ s lie. She had fantasized about living in a place where she didn' t stand out and where she could meet her green- eyed father. But there was more than an ocean between bit Nam and North America and the more she grew older. It had become that
distance.“ You are married,” the woman asked. You have a boyfriend. No, I don' t have a husband or boyfriend. He passed his hands through his thighs and grabbed his knees. What did that woman want? I' d read horrifying stories about strangers. That woman was trying to trick her into selling her into prostitution in Cambodia. Don' t worry. I have good intentions. Look, let me show you something. The woman scrambled in her huge Louis Beiton bag until she found a folder. Then
he took a photograph and handed it over to her there. This is my youngest son I diego is handsome, right and I didn' t want to look. Actually, it didn' t matter to that unknown man who lived in California' s paradise, but he decided to please the woman. I ' d look at the photograph and do the necessary compliments. I' d tell Carol that her son looked like a movie star and then find some excuse to retire. However, when he looked at the photograph, his body became
paralyzed like the sky just before a storm. She really looked like a movie star. He was a very attractive man with sexy hair, brushed by the wind and features strong and well outlined, but the most captivating of all was the calm intensity emanating from him. Her lips sketched the glimpse of a smile, as her gaze centered on something to the side and suddenly she found herself
leaning towards the photo. If he went to an actor, all the roles of fearless hero would be his, like Guardespaldas or Kung Fu' s Master. He made you wonder what he' d be thinking so intensely about what his story was or why he didn' t openly smile ah so he approves. Carol smiled satisfied. I told you he was handsome and blinked like he was coming out of a trance and returned the photograph to the woman. That ' s right, someday I' d make a lucky girl very happy and
share together a lucky and lasting life. I wish they would suffer from food poisoning in bad condition, even if it was only once nothing that would put their lives at risk. Of course, just something settled down. Rather, very uncomfortable, a little painful and also embarrassing. Besides, he' s smart and smart. He attended the university and managed to smile It' s awesome. I' d be so proud if I had a son like him.
Her mother, on the other hand, had a daughter who cleaned toilets, put aside her bitterness and remembered keeping her head down and carrying on with her chores. Envy would give him nothing but misery, but whatever it was, he wanted more poisoning problems. There had to be some justice in the world. I' m so proud of him. Carol said. I' m actually here for him to find him a wife ah and frowned. I didn' t know Americans were doing that I thought it was terribly old-
fashioned. They don' t and Calette would be upset if she found out, but I have to do something. His older brother is very successful with women and I don' t have to worry about him. But Calette is twenty- six and hasn' t had a girlfriend yet. When he arranged dates, he didn' t show up. When the girls call him, he hangs up the calls. During the next summer we will have three weddings in our family, three, but one is not yours and since you do
not know how to find a wife, I decided to do so. I, instead, have been interviewing candidates all day, and none of them meet my expectations, and they' ve been blushing all those girls who were crying. Caroldes considered his comment. They' re crying because they' re ashamed of themselves. They' ll be all right. I had to know if his intentions to marry my son were real and they weren' t. They seemed to really want it. Anyway, they didn' t pretend to cry
in the bathroom and what about you. Carol re- evaluated it with a look at what she meant. You' re interested in marrying my calet and you looked behind her before pointing out your own chest. I, Carola felt yes, you' ve drawn my attention to my eyes and enlarged why. Like if I could read her mind, Carol said you' re a good, hardworking, beautiful girl. In an unusual way, I think I could trust you with my calette. All he could do was keep looking at her.
Perhaps the chemical vapors in the cleaning products had damaged his brain. You want me to marry your son. If we don' t know each other, maybe you like me. He shook his head still unable to understand what was happening. She cleaned toilets for a living, but probably doesn' t like her son. It looks like someone demanding and I didn' t, uh, no, it didn' t interrupt. Carol' s not demanding. He' s shy and stubborn. He thinks he doesn' t want
to have a family. However, all she needs is a young woman who is stubborner than him. You' d have to make him change his mind how he could. I already know you had fun taking care of him, cook him whatever he likes, do what he wants and he couldn' t help but make a face and Carol surprised her with her laugh. That' s why I like you. You can' t help being yourself. What do you think I could offer you to spend a summer in North America to
see if you' re compatible. If it wasn' t. No problem you go home and at least you will have attended all the weddings of our family and you will have enjoyed the food and give the fun. How about me myself, and he didn' t know what to say. That was all too much for her. One more thing, Carol' s look became cautious and paused long before adding. He doesn' t want kids, but
I' m determined to have grandchildren. If you get pregnant, I know he' ll do the right thing and marry you no matter what happens between you. I' d even give you money Twenty thousand American dollars You' d do that for me. The air escaped from I' s lungs and his skin became icy. Caro wanted her to get pregnant with her son by
force and force him to marry. Disillusionment devastated her for a moment. She had believed that the woman had seen something special in her, but Carol had judged her for reasons she could not control, as the girls in the tight dresses had done. The other girls said it wasn' t like that. You thought I' d accept because you pointed your uniform with the palm of your hand open. Carol said nothing and her gaze stood firm and stood up
and headed for her bucket of cleaning products. He opened the door and stopped at the threshold with his gaze fixed forward. He said my answer is no. She had no money, contact her education, but she could be as stubborn and foolish, as she wished, that her rejection would go deep and without looking back. He retired that night, after his one- hour walk home, the same one he did twice a day, and tiptoeed into his one- room apartment and collapsed into the carpet part, where he slept at
night. I had to get ready to go to bed, but first I wanted to have a moment to do nothing, just nothing. Nothing. It was a magnificent luxury. His pocket vibrated and ruined his moment of nothing. With a sigh of frustration, he picked up the phone number unknown. He thought he wouldn' t answer, but something made him touch the drop button and support the phone against the Ear hello and it' s you and he
was confused by the voice. Although it was somewhat familiar to her, she hadn' t just figured out who she was, who I am, Carol didn' t hang up quickly added the woman. I asked the hotel manager for your number. I wanted to talk to you with my fingers and they held the phone tighter and sat down more straight. I have nothing more to
say. You haven' t changed your mind and resisted the urge to throw the phone against the wall.“ No good,” Carol frowned and lowered her phone and stared at it. Well, he backed the phone back against the ear. Just in time to hear Cohen Ege say it was a test. I don' t want you to fool my son into having a baby. I just needed to know what kind of person you are and that means
it means you. You' re the one I' m looking for and Greek come to America to see my son you' ll have all summer to conquer him and attend his cousins' weddings you' ll need that time. It' ll be hard to get to know him, but it' ll be worth it. He' s a good boy. If anyone can do it, I think it' s you. If you want it clear what you think of the head and it started to spin. I don' t know. I need time to think. Then think about it and call me, but don' t take too long. I need to do the visa
paperwork and get you a plane ticket. Carol said, I' ll be waiting for your call. After that, the communication to the other side of the room was cut off. A lamp blinked and lit with a soft, golden glow. The space reduced and messy. The clothes and kitchen utensils hung from the walls and covered every square inch of cracked brick that was not occupied by the old electric oven, fridge and tiny television with which they used to
watch illegal copies of American films canfui series. The central space of the floor was occupied by the sleeping bodies of his daughter, solace and her grandmother. Her mother was between her grandmother and the oven, with her hand over the lamp switch a fan. He threw wet air at them at maximum speed. Who he was whispered his mother a bitchio answered and almost without believing his own words, he wants me to go to North America and marry his son.
Her mother sat on a elbow and her hair fell like a silk curtain on her shoulder. She only left her hair loose when she went to bed, and that made her appear ten years younger than your grandfather. It' s
disgusting. What a flaw he has at the time. The day phone vibrated with a message from Carol to help you think about another vibration and Caleta' s photograph appeared on the screen the same image as before and gave the phone to her mother without uttering a word is this one asked her mother with very open eyes is called diego. Her mother watched the image for a long time immobile, except for the soft sighs of her breathing. In the end,
he returned his phone. There' s no selection there. You must, but he doesn' t want to get married. I' m supposed to convince him to change his mind and I don' t know how to just do it Do what you have to do is North America and Greek. You have to do it for her. Her mother stretched her hand over Grandma' s fragile silhouette and pulled the blanket to cover comfort up to her neck. If I had had that chance, I would have done it for you for
your future. She doesn' t fit in here and needs a father and squeezed her teeth while her childhood memories were trying to escape from the corner of her mind, where she had locked them up. I could still hear the boys sing him a mestizo girl from the twelve ass as I returned from school. Her childhood had been difficult, but she had prepared her for life now was stronger, more resilient. I didn' t have a father. Her mother' s eyes got colder and look where that led you and look at
the girl. She also made me have her She regretted having been with the heartless father of her daughter, but never having had her even for an instant. He moved away from the hacienda. The girl a few locks, moist of soft hair and an immense feeling of love. It spreads through his heart. Contemplating her daughter' s face was like looking in a mirror that reflected her. Twenty years ago, her daughter was exactly as she had been.
Her. They had the same eyebrows, nose cheekbones and skin tone. Even the shape of her lips was the same, but Consuelo was much, much sweeter than she had been and would do anything for that little girl except surrender. Once Consuelo’ s father was married, his wife discovered that she could not conceive babies and had offered to raise Consuelo as her own daughter. Once again, she had rejected an offer that everyone expected her to accept. They
called her selfish. His family could give Consuelo all the things she needed, but what happened to love. Love mattered and no one could love his child like her. No one felt it in his heart even now and then worried that he had done the wrong thing.“ If you don’ t like him,” his mother said,“ you can divorce once you’ ve got the residency and marry someone else” I can' t marry him just
because of the visa. He was a person, not some papers, and if I decided to marry her, it would be because I had already managed to seduce him, because he loved her. I wasn' t gonna use someone that way. That would only make her as despicable as Consuelo' s father. His mother felt as if she could hear the thoughts in her head. What happens if you decide to go and you can' t change your mind, I' ll come back at the end of the summer a sound
of disgust. He escaped from the bottom of his mother' s throat. I can' t believe you need to think about it. You have nothing to lose. While I was looking at the black screen on his phone. One thought assaulted her. Carol said he doesn' t want to have a family and I have Consuelo. His mother blanked her eyes. What a young man wants a family. If he loves you, he' ll love Consuelo.
It doesn' t work that way. And you know it. If a man finds out you have a child, he usually loses interest and if he keeps the interest, all he wanted was sex, then don' t tell him right away. Give her time to fall in love with you and tell her later, her mother insisted and shook her head. I don' t think that' s right. If he tells you he loves you, but he doesn' t want to get married because you have a daughter, then you won' t love him either. But this woman knows her son
and she chose you. You have to try, at least you' ve spent a whole summer in North America. You know how lucky you are. You don' t want to know America where she lives. He told me that in California, but I don' t think I can be out for so long and he passed his fingers down his little girl' s soft cheek.
She had never been away from home for more than a day, and if comfort thought she had abandoned her, her mother wrinkled her forehead as she thought and stood up to dig into a pile of boxes she kept in a corner. They were his personal belongings and no one had permission to touch them when he was little and he used to snoop between those boxes, especially the one below. So when his mother opened up, just that one and looked inside the spinning heart at full speed. That' s where your father comes
from. Her mother gave a photograph to Amarillen who appeared herself and a man who hugged her by the shoulders, and had spent countless hours looking at that image, holding it close to her, contemplating her backwards or with her eyes narrowed, doing anything to confirm that the man' s were green and that he was really her father. But nothing worked. They had taken the photograph from too far away and their eyes could be of any color. If she
was honest with herself, they looked brown. However, the phrase that was printed on the shirt was easy to read. It clearly said calber clay. That' s what corporal asked and California, his mother nodded I looked for it is a famous university. Maybe when you' re there you can go see her, maybe you can try to find her. The heart hurt a jump so sudden that it felt a tickle or, but fingers.“ You will finally tell me his name,” he asked“ His voice was a
faint whisper. All he knew was that they called him fel. That was the name her grandmother whispered with hate when she was alone there. That Felt, Mr Fell, your ugly mother, a smile of bitterness, drew on her mother' s lips. He said his full name was Ugly. Everybody called him Feld. I think his last name started with him. The dey hopes were shattered before, even to take shape, then it is impossible. His mother' s expression became determined. You won' t know until you
try. If in college they use computers of those expensive ones, maybe they can give you a list if you work hard. There is a position and he stared at his father' s photograph and felt the nostalgia in his chest getting bigger and bigger with every second he went through. He' d be living in California. How she would react if she opened the door and saw it, accused her of showing up to ask for money, or would be
happy to find a daughter she didn' t know she had. And he opened the camera on the phone and held both images, side by side over his lap. What Carol had seen in her that had made her think she was a good candidate for her son. He' d think the same thing and accept Consuelo. I' d take her. His own father, however his mother was right, wouldn' t know until he tried both and wrote a text message to Carol and sent it. Yeah, I want to try. I will. He told his mother. He tried to sound confident,
but he trembled inside what he had just accepted. I knew you would, and I' m glad to take good care of Consuelo. As long as you' re not now get some sleep. You still have to work tomorrow. The light went out, but after everything was plunged into darkness, his mother added she should know that, having only one summer. You don'
t have time to do things the traditional way. You have to play to win, even if I' m not sure I want to be with him as long as he' s not evil, love can thrive and remember good girls don' t get the man. You have to be bad and Greek and he swallowed saliva. He had an idea of what bad meant and was
surprised that his mother dared to suggest it to him. When his grandmother was in the room scene two present, when the sports shoes of cay touched the cracked concrete of the entrance that led to his dejected house of his nibal, which never managed to fix. The timer on his watch began to ring for
15 minutes. Well there was nothing as satisfactory as the round increments of time, except to arrive at whole cyfas in dollars when charging fuel at the gas station or when the restaurant account was a prime number or a segment of the fibonax sequence consisted only of pure eights. The eight was such an elegant number. If I added a minute to the time I had run, I could
set a checkpoint in the middle. It wouldn' t be fun. He was mentally reviewing his daily journey when he realized that the black ducati was parked on the sidewalk next to his porch dotted with bird feces. Juan was there and had driven that, even though his mother would hate him and Kay would have warned him on multiple occasions about the statistics of death and brain damage.
Kai swerved to avoid the bike, ran to the front door, dodged the thorny bush growing uncontrollably in the shade under the eaves and entered the house. Once inside he took off his shoes and socks immediately. For him, paradise was to feel as barefoot feet sank upon the carpet of the seventies of his
house. At first I had hated her the green pea color. It was offensive, but walking on it was like walking on the clouds like Mary Pppens used to smell strange, but time had fixed that aspect, or maybe he had just gotten used to that smell of naphthalina balls and old lady, would keep the carpet until Santa Clara County officially declared the house in ruins. There was Ouan sitting on the chair of SNS houses with his feet resting on the
coffee table watching a finance program at CNBC. As he drank the only can of cold coke that remained for Kai he could see the drops of condensation fall on the italic letter. As in advertising, the rest of his cans were at room temperature because he only had one in the fridge. The rest of the space was occupied by the tapers full of his mother' s food, who thought that if she did not feed him herself, her son would die of hunger and faithful to. His style never did anything in half.“
Hey you are home, how are you,” Wan asked. Then he gave a long drink to his soda and casseo. As the bubbles went down his throat. Well Kai looked at his brother with narrow eyes. The burning sensation of the cold tail in her throat was one of her favorite things. And now I' d have to wait four hours until a new one was ready for you to come. No idea. Mom told me to come. Apparently, she' s on her way too. He saw a meaningless errand
cataract in his near future. What it would be like this time to drive to the San Jose food store to buy oranges on offer or import commercial quantities of kelp extract from Japan to cure your aunt' s cancer. It didn ' t have to be any worse, because she needed her two children to be present. I couldn' t even imagine what it could be I have to take a shower. Kai had wet, sticky clothes and wanted to take them off. You' ll have to hurry. I just heard someone stop
at the entrance. Juan looked closely here and raised his eyebrows you just came running home from work dressed in a suit. I do it every day. This model is made for movement. He pointed to the elastic cuffs of the ankles and the fabric allows air to enter. It can also be washed in the washing machine. Wan smiled and drank another sip of his stolen tail. So my brother' s been running down the streets of sealecken Bally like a
damn Asian terminator. I like that strange reference. He made Cai doubt and just as he was opening his mouth to answer a familiar voice outside the house. He announced in Vietnamese of nyd come I have a lot of food. Help me get her in. Her mother never spoke English unless she was forced to do so. He basically only spoke in English with the public health inspector at his restaurant. He asked for a street in English. He didn'
t really know the Vietnamese, although he understood it enough. I still have a lot of food. I' ll start feeding the poor and you go on. Her mother appeared on the threshold of the door with a proud smile and three boxes of mangoes hello with how she didn' t want her back damaged, kept her socks in her pockets and took the boxes not as fruit remember will be spoiled. I was almost walking out the door with the boxes
when she said no, no, they' re not for you. They ' re over there, so I don' t miss your home too much. Quay paused. Who the hell will be there when he stood up? First, help me get more fruit in. Then he ordered Kai to put all that in the kitchen. What brought the boxes to the kitchen in a state of absolute cash. Why were those fruit boxes in her house when they
were supposed to keep me from whoever it was from feeling nostalgic. He left them on the formica countertop and noticed that there were three different varieties of mango, some large red and green, some medium yellow and some small green in a box that had Thai inscriptions. Maybe his mother bought him some kind of monkey that only ate fruit. Why would I do that to her. He didn' t even like dogs or cats and why he was taking so long.
Anne in the boxes. Quay went out to investigate and found her brother and mother plunged into a serious conversation with the Cambry, overwhelmed by her the previous year, that there her brother had raised money to buy her a lexus SUV for mother' s day, but she insisted on driving her two- decade- old toyota unless it was a special occasion. Kay didn' t see anyone sitting inside any and Mom, this isn' t right. We ' re in America, people don' t do this kind of thing.
He pointed to and sounded more exasperated than usual with his mother, for things could not go on as they were. I had to do something and you have to support me. He listens to you. Juán looked up at the sky. He listens to me because I' m reasonable and this isn' t so helpful as your father. Amos let me down when I need you. He protested his mother, your brother is the only one I can trust. Always. Juan snorted and rubbed his face and shaved head with his hands
before taking three more boxes of fruit out of the trunk. When he saw Kai, he stopped halfway ready. Then he brought the fruit inside. The thing was beginning to be disturbing in Kai' s mind. The hypothetical jungle monkey became a giant male gorilla. Those fruits were likely to feed a creature
like that for just one day. If he looked on the bright side, he wouldn' t need to pay for his house to be demolished and maybe he could even claim the owner' s insurance because of the sinister angry gorilla looking for mangoes, grab the jacka and come in I need to talk to you. He ordered his mother, Kay lifted up the thorny jak devils weighing about 13 kilos and followed her to his kitchen, where Wan had already placed other boxes next to the mangoes and had sat on the kitchen table with his
cola soda. Concerned about the firmness of his worktop, Kai carefully deposited the lock next to the other fruits. Seeing that the countertop did not collapse immediately sighed of relief. Her mother frowned at the cuisine of the seventies. That look of dissatisfaction was manual. If he compared his old facial expression cards to his mother' s face at the time, they fit perfectly.“ You
have to get a new house,” she said. This one' s too old and you should take all those exercise machines out of the living room. Only single people live like this cay was single, so I didn' t see what the problem was. This location is convenient for me to go to work and I like to exercise. While I watch TV. His mother dismissed his comment and muttered. This boy came through a prolonged silence that was only interrupted by the sips of coca cola, the coke tail of Kai Cursed.
When he couldn' t stand it anymore, he looked first at his brother and then at his mother and asked so who is yes because of what he knew and meant beautiful, but it was also, as North America was called in Vietnamese Anyway, it seemed still strange name for a gorilla, but who knew. Her mother straightened her shoulders is the young girl you must pick up at the airport on Saturday night. Oh, that' s fine.
It wasn' t that big a deal. He didn' t like the idea of taking someone he didn' t know and changing his schedules, but he was glad he didn' t have to take rabies vaccinations or have to apply for a permit from the Food and Drug Administration. Send me your flight schedules, and I' ve got to take you there. He' ll stay here with you. He answered why Kai' s whole body was tense to the idea. That was a full- fledged invasion.“ Don’ t be so upset,” she replied with a persuasive tone. She'
s young and she' s very pretty. Kai looked at Wan why she can' t stay with you You like women. Wan choked on the soda and hit his chest with his fist, while coughing his mother looked disapprovedly at Wan before focusing on Cai and straightening herself completely to her height of one metre fifty. She can' t stay with Juan, because she' s your future wife. Kai let go of a laugh. That had to be a joke, but he did not understand where grace was I chose it for You.
When I went to Vietnam, you' ll like it.“ It is perfect for You,” added I not,“ You cannot. Me. Kai shook his head seriously with Wan nodding. I reacted, too. So, he got you a custom wife in Vietnam. Kai, his mother was a no to Wan with the look. Why do you make it sound so bad. She' s not a custom wife. I met her in person. That' s how it used to be. If I had followed tradition, I would have found you a wife the same way. But you don' t need help. Your brother, yes, Kai didn' t
even try to talk. His brain had suffered a short circuit and refused to respond. I bought him all kinds of fruit. She moved the boxes on the lychees rambutanes countertop, while she continued to list tropical fruits. Kai' s mind finally rekindled. Mom, no. The words sprang up with an unintentioned but justified firmness and volume, and Kai ignored the instinct that he was committing a sacrilege by telling him that I will not marry his mother or stay
here. You can' t do this kind of thing. People did not buy wives for their children in the 21st century. For God' s sake, she squeezed her lips and put her hands on her hips. She looked like an aerobic trainer from the eighties, with her shiny pink shawl and short hair combed with a permanent flatterer. I' ve already booked the salon for the wedding. I paid a thousand dollars as a deposit, Mom. I chose August 8th. I know how much you like that number, what'
s with the fingers in the hair, and it contained a grunt. I ' ll pay you back the thousand dollars. Please. Give me the contact information from the party hall so I can cancel everything. Don' t be like that, Calet You must have an open mind. She said. I don' t want you to be lonely. He breathed a sigh of unbelief. I don' t feel alone I like to be alone. It was only for people who had feelings unlike him. It wasn' t loneliness.
If it was possible to make it disappear with work or with a marathon of natfuex or a good article, the real loneliness was attached all the time. Real loneliness could constantly hurt you. Kay didn' t feel hurt. Most of the time I felt nothing. That' s why he kept away from romantic relationships. If someone felt interested in him in this regard, he would only end up disappointing him for not being able to match his feelings and it would not be right. Mom, I won' t, so don'
t make me do it She crossed her arms. I know I can' t force you. I don' t want to force you. If you don' t like her, you don' t have to get married, but I' m asking you to give her a chance. Let him stay here for the summer. If that time goes by, he' s still not looking for you, he' ll go home. Just like that. He looked back at Wan Have your brother come to his senses. John held his hands up as a tense smile spread in his mouth. I can' t do anything. She stared at him.“ All this is useless,
” Kai said. I won' t change my mind and I really didn ' t want any stranger living in his house. His home was a shelter, the only place where he could escape from the people and be the same, at least when his family did not invade him. You can' t make a decision before you meet her. It' s not fair. Besides, I need her at the restaurant, the new waitress quit and I need to hire her for the afternoon shift. Help me. With this Kai asked
him to look at his mother with a frown. He knew perfectly well that she was manipulating him, he wasn' t blind enough not to see him, but he didn' t know how to get out of that situation. Also, when she needed staff, she had Kyle and his brothers ask for days off at work to help and between serving tables. While she was dealing with her mother all day and sheltering a strange woman in her house as if she had felt her weakness. His mother threw herself to strike the final blow.
It' ll just be a few downsides. For me it would make me very happy. Shit shit. Frustration became a gigantic ball. Inside it it enlarged and enlarged until it was about to explode. There was nothing I could answer to that, and she knew it was her mother. Holding on to his last apex of control, he said only if you promise to stop looking for a partner. After this, you won' t try to make me date the son doctor' s daughter with the dentist' s daughter,
Ubei and Greek' s friends, or anyone else. You won' t ambush me with surprise guest when I' m having dinner with you. Of course, his mother nodded enthusiastically. I promise only this summer, just this once. If you don' t like it, I' ll stop anyway. I don' t think I can find a girl better than I and he hesitated Halfway through the prayer and a thoughtful look crossed his face. But you have to really try. If I don' t see you trying to make it work, I' ll have to put it all together again.
You understand Galet. He squinted his eyes. What it means to try, it means you' ll do what a fiance does, you' ll go out with her, you' ll introduce her to your friends and family. You' ll do activities together. That kind of thing. Oh, and you' ll take her to all the weddings this summer. That sounded horrifying. Kay couldn' t help but grin and Wan burst into laughter. You know, Mom, maybe this was a good idea. After all, Juan Veis commented. You think I' m crazy, but a mother always knows
what' s best for her son. That was questionable, but Kay had no choice but to answer very well. I' ll do everything you ask me this summer. If you promise to give up wedding plans. After this, I promise. I promise. I promise. I' m so glad you came to your senses. You' ll like it You' ll see I' m not mistaken. He responded by smiling from ear to ear as if he had won the Power Bowl lottery. He was 100% sure he was wrong, but he held back and said nothing. I' m gonna
take a shower. He went to his room. It was as typical of his mother to devise a conspiracy as that. The whole plan was ridiculous. I wouldn' t change my mind and I could be the most perfect woman in the world, and that wouldn' t change anything. That he liked her was inconsequential. In fact, if she liked it, it was an even more valid reason not to marry her. Scene three and clung to the
arms of his seat. As the plane landed with a jolt that caused a roll in his stomach, strange mechanical noises reached his ears and the lights flashed again until they lit up. He didn' t want to fly again once in his life was enough. Welcome to San Francisco, California. It'
s 20 o' clock local time. Thank you for flying with Euchannah for the loudspeakers, thanks to the sky and Buddha for the English classes at the Institute, all the illegally downloaded American films that I had already seen the recorded English classes that I had been listening to nonstop for the past few months as I cleaned up I had understood almost all of California had finally arrived. That meant I' d meet him soon enough. Nausea assaulted her so strongly that
her skin was raised from her face and her vision was clouded. Don' t throw up. Don' t throw up. Don' t throw up. That' s not how he wanted to spend his first moments in North America. What would happen if they dragged her somewhere for disturbing the peace with her vomit or took a look at the nice old lady dressed in a knitted sweater that was next to her for splashing people around her. I could go to prison. That' s why they could deport her. Maybe they'
d send her back before they even got off the plane. They all began to form a tail in the hallway and stood up suddenly to remove their luggage from the upper compartment and a tall man in a coffee jacket stepped forward and lowered it for her. Here, let me help you. She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Shame caught the English words in
his throat. I had learned the language. He had been in high school for a long time and could write it down and read it a little enough to complete the landing form and the customs declaration, at least with the help of the Hostess, but speaking had always been a challenge for him. He formed useless fists with his hands. How could I make him stop. All he had in his bag was n eg vietnamese and it was worth almost nothing.
It wasn' t enough here to tip him. The man leaned the small navy blue suitcase in the hallway and smiled and she held it close to her before he could take her away her smile, softened and turned to the front of the plane. While they were walking the landing runway. She kept waiting for him to help her again and ask for something. In return, but he didn' t. When they arrived at the airport, the man disappeared into the crowd and she was panicked. He knew what he was doing.
I could have told you where to go, but now I was alone. What would happen if I went into the wrong place and did something wrong. I' m sure he' d end up undergoing a full body check and a polygraph test. While blindly following the crowd. He tried to read the signs on his head, but his mind was in fear. I couldn
' t understand the words in English. Passport please. Somehow. He was in front of a tail with his heart at the gallop and took the little green notebook from his purse and delivered it along with all the forms that the flight attendant had given him on the plane. That was the moment, the moment I had been fearing paperwork. Right now, everything could go wrong. The airport employee reviewed the forms, took his passport and placed a stamp on
one of the pages before returning it to him. All Welcome to America. Esmeralda Tran enjoyed her stay, she stared at him with disbelief. Ah yes, she was emerald Trin. It would take him some time to get used to his new name. The one Consuelo had chosen because of emerald from the movie. Notre Dame' s hunchback had the same skin color as them. Consuelo had also chosen that moment to announce that she also wanted a new man
and after investigating a little they had decided for jade. The airport employee gestured to him to follow his path. Please proceed to the next baggage check. That was it. It took longer to clean a toilet, hugged his passport against his chest with one hand and rolled his suitcase towards the inspection area, placed everything he possessed on the conveyor belt and passed through all the space-
like detectors. Once he reached the other side, he took his suitcase and stood still for a moment, assimilated the chaos of the terminal, foreign languages everywhere, the aroma of perfume, food and bodies, expensive- looking shops, colors, clothes, hands holding suitcases, hands holding other hands. Everyone was calm, determined knowing where she was going. I also wanted to know where to go. All that was too new. Even she felt new, new place, new name, new person, new life. Maybe during the
summer at least I' d have to be excited. Howe Werd and Disneyland were there, but all I felt was fear. However, returning home was not an option at that time. He had to do that for his daughter. His mother' s advice resonated in his head. First seduces love will come. It was time to meet a man. He went straight to the nearest bathroom, entered an empty compartment and changed his comfortable travel dress for a tight pink dress. After changing his flat shoes for a pair of high heels
that looked like guns. She came out of the cubicle to brush her teeth until her gums hurt and a little eyeliner was applied to the eyelash mask, that shiny thing to hide the shiners and red lipstick. That was the best I could do. When she looked in the whole body mirror next to the washbasins, her reflection turned out to be completely unrecognizable, but she was a good thing and she was a naive and poor country girl who never fit in. It was time to leave that girl behind. Now it was esme raised
her chin, came out of the bathroom and joined the crowd. He looked with determination at the words of the signs hanging over his head and followed the pedestrian traffic through the airport. After passing through security, he looked at the people and their faces looking, searching, searching, and there he was,
it was his realistic waiting on the other side of security control. What did he imagine he should feel like when someone was going to look for a chutson dog coming from the Netherlands, with the difference that he was not expecting a trained or officially certified watchdog, but a person. As the minutes passed, he stood still with his shoulders back and his right back, as the years of martial arts training had taught him. He didn' t walk from here
to there, nor hit his feet or swing. I didn' t do those things anymore, but I wanted to do them. If that girl really showed up, I' d have to live with her for a whole summer. Worse still, I' d have to treat her like her fiancée. What the hell did he know about that? He took his phone out of his pocket and opened the image his mother had sent him. If she hadn ' t claimed that she had already met the girl, she would have thought
it was the clearest example of cyber fraud. The person in the photograph was almost too beautiful to make someone invaded his personal space. Chao Anne looked up from the phone and found herself looking at the same eyes. Clear green image. Only this time I was doing it in real life was she hello. He greeted him instinctively. She smiled and his thoughts were cut red, bright lips, white teeth and perfect dazzling eyes. People had to consider the beautiful
one. It was nothing but that. He was sexy, amazing, wonderful, but he didn' t care about that class. D his look accidentally fell on his chest and dried his mouth shit. She was like a sexual, living fantasy and apparently he was a man who liked breasts and silhouettes shaped like a hourglass and legs. How they could seem so long when she was so short. Maybe it was because of those seven- inch heels he was wearing. Realizing what he was doing, he forced himself to look her in
the face when his family still hoped he would date. His sister had made him memorize a set of rules, as he was very good at fulfilling them by following rules. When you are with a girl, one opens and closes the doors, two, removes the chair for her and repositions three pay all four charges, always with the bags. That included his purse. If she so wished, it didn' t matter if he preferred to have his hands free. Five offer him your coat if he' s cold, no,
it didn' t matter if he was cold too. Six, no matter how dressed she is, don' t look at inappropriate parts of her body, especially back breasts and thighs. I could make an exception. If she was seriously injured by an uncomfortable blush, she covered her face and burned the tip of her ears. I just broke rule number six. In his defense
he could say that he had not trained to be with a woman. So, she put the suitcase in front of her legs and let loose a quick sigh before smiling again you' re diego, I' m emediated in Vietnamese a sense of unreality again assaulted him. That was really happening. His girlfriend, on request, was introducing herself to him, but maybe his name wasn ' t there. Please don' t make it two. I didn' t even know what to do with one. If his mother had gotten him
a whole sand, he would need therapy. After a second panic, logic returned to her brain and concluded that she must have adopted a Western name to develop better in North America. He wouldn' t have any haren Thank God. Only kay said in English and got rid of his last name and pronunciation. His mother was the only one who called him Diego and he didn' t usually make a good sign that he did. As a response, she bowed her head with confusion and he wondered if he would have understood what he
had told her. As she looked at him, she frowned at why you ' re all dressed in black. In North America they dress in black for funerals. I' ve seen it in the movies. He' s dead, isn' t he? Someone asked again in Vietnamese no. No one ' s dead. I just like black. Choosing clothes was much easier when
it was all of the same color. In addition, black was not stained as much and was socially versatile, suitable for every occasion, from going to work to attending bar mix ba. As she assimilated that information, he took his suitcase down the handle and began to head towards the parking lot. Here he said with every step he took at the airport, the words clung to Kai' s head what his mother, his girlfriend, had been thinking about.
On request, it was not at all what he had expected. A young replica of her mother, dressed in the same sports outfits and riracha sauces and today without her always carrying in her purse, could have dealt with that, but that girl esme looked like a Playboy bunny. He didn' t have the characteristic platinum hair. However, or the rest fit that image. What one could do with a playboy bunny, other than having sex. Of course, and it wasn' t like he was thinking about it, although
he was obviously thinking about sex. Shit, there wouldn' t be sex. An insidious part of his brain reminded him that he had committed himself to doing all the things that a fiancé would do and the fiancées would have sex. He shook his head to clear pornographic thoughts. It was badly reduced to a person' s sexual value. He was a rational being. I had to come to my senses. In addition, she could be the kind of person who regularly celebrated animal sacrifice rites in her backyard. It was safe to
put your pants down in front of a woman like that. This quickly annihilated the sexual thoughts and the rest of the journey through the airport went smoothly. Once he went through a couple of sliding glass doors, the slapping of the esme shoes on the concrete floor of the parking lot followed him to his car.
He kept his suitcase in the trunk and set out to surround the vehicle to follow rule number one, but he opened his door and settled in the seat and then also closed it. For a moment he stood still staring at the side of the car. She knew she had just broken the social label. I should tell him, and it wasn' t ironic. Perhaps if he knew the rules better or perhaps they were not international, with an imaginary gesture of shruging his shoulders he sat behind the wheel, turned on the engine
and turned back. Wait a minute She asked for it We can talk. He sighed and stopped the car again. It seemed that they would continue to speak each other in their own language without fully understanding it, just as it was when they had a conversation with their mother. Thanks ancalette Ann meant brother, but when there was no kinship, it was more of an expression of affection. He didn' t think it was heartwarming, but when she dedicated
another of her baffling smiles, he forgot to feel upset and just. When her brain began to short- circuit, she watched the inside of her car than the most beautiful car. Thanks to him. In general, he didn ' t like flashy things, but he enjoyed driving his car. It was the most prized possession I had. It was a shame that the Windshield was full of bird feces. She took a deep breath. I know you don ' t want to marry me. That' s right, he didn'
t see any reason to lie the silence. He was suspended in the air. As she bit her lower lip and her muscles were thought to be uncomfortable you will cry, he asked there are tissue paper in the watertight. I had to reach them. I didn' t know what else to do. Maybe give him a pat on the arm. She shook her head before lifting her chin and looking him in the eye. Your mother wants me to change your mind. You can' t change my mind. You have taken a
look aside while searching for words a perfect woman in mind. What she' s like. She' s someone who leaves me alone. Only he already had a mother, a sister, and millions of aunts and cousins who sent him to fulfill absurd errands, which criticized his dress choices and ordered him to cut his hair. They didn' t need any more women in their life. “ How you will want that,” she said, shaking her head decisively“ I will help you to be happy You see, he became tense
I don’ t need that kind of help. His proposal could not be more mortifying. If she intended to spend the summer forcing him to dance and sing, she might have some kind of epic mental collapse. Happiness, like grief, was not in his deck of emotional cards, but minor emotions, such as irritation and frustration. Yes, they were. A significant number of those same emotions assaulted him at that moment, a look of skepticism pierced her face. Happy people don' t wear black. Again the subject of his
clothes held his fingers behind the wheel. I disagree. The black color was perfectly acceptable at weddings and were happy events for the rest of the people. At least he' d rather have a prostate test done. Doctors only tortured you for a few seconds at weddings. Instead, they lasted hours and hours. She squeezed her lips and there was a moment of tension before she asked what you' re working on. You like what you do. It'
s complicated to explain, but I do like it. She just moved her lips and he was sure that she was evaluating the complicated word, but then she watched the car look back at her black suit and shirt and devoted a fun look to it. His lips turned a little bit You' re a spy like James bond He blinked several times. Not a killer. No, I' m not a killer. What was wrong with that girl. It
' s a shame, but she didn' t seem disappointed. Not with that smile on his face what kind of things were going on in his mind You' re weirder than I added him shaking his head, she confused him even more by hugging herself and bending with laughter. It was a nice musical sound. In a way, when he crossed his legs, his gaze turned to his thighs without being able to avoid it. Her skirt had slipped upwards and revealed a little more of her immaculate skin. Rule number six. Rule
number six. Rule number six. He forced himself to turn his eyes and stared away at the board. I studied for an accountant at the University, but now I' m more of a tax specialist. A friend and I set up an accounting program company. He' s in charge of programming and I' m in charge of numbers, which means I have to keep up with the generally accepted accounting principles and tax laws set out in the Federal Tax Code. We have recently added a transfer pricing analysis to our software package.
So I had to get acquainted with article four hundred and eighty- two of the Federal Tax Code. It is very interesting to find out how to check whether commercial transactions comply with the principle of full competition, also called arm distance, when large multinational companies are involved. Sometimes they create tax extension areas in jurisdictions that have low taxes, like the Bahamas, so you must have forced yourself to stop Half the sentence. People got bored when he talked about his
work. Sometimes I even bore other people in the accounting area. The complexities and elegance of accounting principles and tax law were not for anyone. He did not understand why accounting she said slowly this time in English. Not exactly. Although I have the title of accountant, yes and I have the backing to grant tax documentation to companies listed on the North American Stock Exchange. I' m surprised, too. He released an exclamation. She was an accountant.
That was unexpected and wonderful. Suddenly, she concentrated on the hem of her dress and toyed with a loose thread as she said in Vietnamese in Vietnam not clear here. It' s probably very different here, I bet it is. I have no experience with Vietnamese tax laws. They are likely to be fascinating, considering bribery as a business cost. It' s tax deductible. It would be fun to see bribery as an element included in a statement of accounts. That' s why he liked accounting so much. It wasn'
t just about numbers on a paper. If you knew how to look at them, the numbers had meaning and reflected culture and values. She hugged herself like she was cold and said nothing. He just insulted her inadvertently. He went over his words in the head and tried to identify the offensive comment, but it was useless for him. We can go now. Kay asked after an uncomfortable pause. I don' t like this kind of talk, and without a doubt, they weren' t good at it. If we go
thank you Ann She leaned against her seat and looked out the window. He left his parking space paid and retired from the garage. At first, his muscles were thought to foresee more curious questions. However, and fortunately, she kept quiet as they left the airport behind and joined the highway, not like
her mother and sister, who could keep a monologue for hours. He thought he might have fallen asleep, but every time he looked in his direction he found her staring at the landscape by the highway, consisting of low office buildings, grass and some other set of eucalyptus or pine trees. Nothing too glamorous,
well, at least for him. I couldn' t imagine what it would look like to her avenue and universey said she suddenly straightened out in her seat and turned her body so she could see the exit they just passed. That' s where the University of California Berkeley is located. Not there is sentherd Ah looked back at the front and sank into the Berkeley seat It' s an hour north. That' s where I studied my graduate and graduate
studies. Truly, the enthusiasm of his voice took him by surprise. Most or people in the area weren' t impressed unless you had attended Skenfer or an aBY League school. Yeah, they have a good accounting program. He continued to drive, keeping his eyes on the road, but could almost feel the weight of her gaze on the skin. He glanced at her and asked her what. How is the relationship between students They know each other did not really respond. He' s a huge college. More than 10, 000
students are admitted each year. Why do you ask her? He shrugged and shook his head as he looked out the window. He again concentrated on the traffic of the early hours of sunset. He went out of Matilda Avenue and drove through the streets bordered by tall oaks and leafy complexes of houses, apartment buildings and shopping malls. Ten minutes later he turned down the street on the side, leading to his dejected two- room house and almost in ruins.
Compared to the other newly built and remodeled houses in the area. His looked like a monstrosity, but he bet no one else had such a fluffy carpet. He stopped next to his wax sector, put the handbrake on and turned off the engine. We' re here. He announced scene four esme still couldn' t forgive himself for lying that way. She wanted heaven to condemn her for what she had done it. I knew why, because she was
a cleaning worker and he was so much better than her. He wanted to impress him, show him that he was not wasting time with her, but now he had to pretend that he had worked as an accountant, when he didn' t even know what it was about and he should keep his daughter secret. She was a liar and she was ashamed of herself. If I were the good person, I would confess at that moment, but the feeling of being his equal was too addictive. It didn' t even matter if
it was fake. He liked it already he was pretending to be someone who wasn' t a cosmopolitan woman and sexed something that he wasn' t having much success with. Judging by his failed attempt to flirt in the car, why not take more chances and add intelligence and sophistication to the list. When
he died. The demons would torment her for all eternity instead of allowing her to reincarnate or worse would allow her to reincarnate, but she would become a catfish, a horrible weight that would live in the drains of some river. It was fair. That' s what waited for him to wish people poisoning.
Calette got out of the car and she did the same thing. The creaking of the steps on the gravel sounded louder than normal in her ears and she felt dizzy looking at her feet when she had last eaten She was too tired to remember. He yawned to clear himself and forced himself to observe around him. The houses were very simple compared to the mansions she had imagined, and one- floor casualties most of them and the air filled her lungs.
What was that smell. After a moment he realized it was the lack of smell. It did not smell like garbage or rotten fruit any fog of exhaust gas darkened the sunset until it became tamarind oxide- colored it rubbed its eyes tired from the journey and admired the sky painted with bright apricot tones. What and Jacinto, what a difference only an ocean away. Nostalgia assaulted her at
the time and almost missed the contamination. She would have been grateful to have something familiar nearby while standing there on an unknown street, in an unknown city, in a world so far away from everything she loved. What time was it in Vietnam, I was comforting, not now. Jade sleeping missed his mother. Her mother missed her. If he were at home, he would take his side, kiss his little hands, and draw his forehead closer to
hers, as he always did. Before he went to bed he stumbled and would have fallen if it hadn' t been for the calet mailbox he looked at his shoes with disapproval after taking his suitcase out of the trunk. You ' d be better off barefoot than that, but they are very useful. It' s like having a shoe and a gun. He took off. Both shoes were sued for stabbing someone with one of them. He looked at her seriously for a moment without laughing or even smiling, and she squeezed her
lips and looked at her barefoot. He had done it again another failed attempt to flirt in his defense. It had been a long time since he had dated a man and had forgotten how to do it while looking at his unattractive fingers. He hated those disproportionate hands and feet he had inherited from his green - eyed father had no elegance or appeal. He realized the chilling weed that drowned Calet' s garden. What if I step on all those thorns.
She dedicated a smile to him that she wished to be sexy. You' d take me in your arms. He took the suitcase to the front door without looking at it. Stay on the pavement and you' ll be fine, I can clean the garden for you I' m good at that he added while giving jumps behind, he calet took the pocket keys and opened the door. I like the way she is. She looked back at the garden above her shoulder to make sure it wasn' t her imaginations and it wasn
' t still a jungle of tangled, tangled thorns and dry bushes. He was wrong when he said Esme was the weirdest of the two. He won that competition without even trying. No doubt about it. She was the strangest person she' d ever met. He still did not know him well, but he had immediately realized how peculiar he was. I didn' t look her in the eye when she was talking, I wore everything in black. He liked the moor that he had as a garden and said strange things.
That gave him hope. Strange was good, strange was an opportunity. Besides, she was weird too, only not as much as he has an open mind. She locked it down. He looked at her like he thought she was crazy and she rebuked herself. Why you park on the sidewalk when you have a break. He pointed to the garage judging by the size of the gate he could store two vehicles there. It didn' t make sense to park his beautiful car on the street, not unless he had three cars.
Which he doubted he could afford, considering the state of his garden and home. Instead of answering her question, Calet led her into her home. She wondered if he had not heard her or if he had deliberately ignored her, but let it pass. The interior was even stranger than the outside. The fluffy carpet looked more like grass than the garden. There were gym machines all over the living room and the metallic lights and curtains seemed to come from a
different era. After leaving the shoes on the floor, he followed Calette down a narrow corridor and the soft carpet fibers hugged his bare feet at every step. Calet left the suitcase in a small room that housed a desk, a sofa and a wardrobe. When she looked at the old wall paper a few tears crept into her eyes plush bears, beach balls, dolls, bayel slippers and toy buckets. That should have been a kid' s room. He brushed the bayel slippers with the tip of his fingers. Jade would love that
place. This is your room. Calette announced you' ll have to settle for the sleeping couch. She' s very pretty. Thank you, Ancalette. I' ve never slept on anything as comfortable as a sofa in my entire life. I' ve never had a couch before, but he didn ' t mention any of that. Now she was the sophisticated one. Is that my accountant? It' s me the accountant. He probably had a beautiful apartment with two or three sofas and had never slept on a straw mattress
on a pressed earth floor. The lonely country girl inside looked at the huge empty sofa and felt nostalgia for her home again. He wanted, his straw mattress, his dirt floor, his house, a single room and the sleeping bodies of his little daughter, his grandmother and her mother. I was exhausted, but I didn' t know how I could sleep alone. The phone on the desk is for you pointed cove before turning to get out of there. Wait For me he rushed up to the desk and reached out to the
silver phone, but closed his fist before touching it. It would be a shame to stain the elegant phone with your fingers. My mother told me you needed a card without a new one. But a new phone is easier if you don' t like it. I can trade it for a model with more performance, but that would cost even more. It' s new. She highlighted Calette put a hand in her pocket. Yeah, he said it, like it' s the most normal thing in the world, you can give it back. Calet frowned as he bowed his head to one side.
I don' t really think so. You don' t like it. She twisted her hands. I don' t like it, but then where ' s the problem? Use it and that' s it. A wave of anxiety. She blushed her face, but she forced herself to say I ' ll pay you back as soon as I get a job. He hoped to earn enough to make it in his country. I' d have to save most of the year to pay for something so beautiful. That' s not necessary. She lifted her chin. Yeah, it was important that he
knew he wouldn' t marry him for his money. It had never been a matter of money for her. Anyway, he liked that he didn' t have as much money as his neighbors. That' s how they' d make a better match. She didn' t need a rich man, she just needed someone who was hers and jade- calet she just shrugged. Whatever you want, I' ll go warm up dinner. You' ll come when you' re hungry She dropped her shoulders. He didn' t understand that she wanted to earn things on her own. I' ll call
home first. I can tell you straight ahead. As soon as he retired from the room, she cautiously closed the door, unplugged the white charger from the phone, sat on the couch and stared at her incredibly elegant new phone. I didn' t expect any of that. It was the best gift I could have ever made, the best of all, and he didn' t even like it. Her. He was a strange, insensitive guy and very possibly a neighboring probe. But when she contemplated her actions, all she
could see was gentleness. Carola had been in the right cove. He was good, very good. Before leaving he had memorized how to make an international call from North America and marked his mother' s number, who responded after the first hello tone Come on, let' s tell me everything first of all, How comfort is. I can talk to her. She' s very excited, because she' ll soon have a father. Tell me a little bit, how you like it all. He asked his mother. Yeah,
I like it. One mmm of approval was heard on the other side of the line. All right, and your house is nice. I like it. He answered. It' s my room. It' s got a beautiful wallpaper. If he saw it on the floor, he' d love it, and I have a couch just for me. You won' t sleep with him. He blanked my eyes. I won' t sleep with him. You don' t remember. He doesn' t want to get married. That doesn' t mean I want to sleep alone. I
just got off the plane. He reminded his mother that he needed time to put in place his powers of seduction, if he still had such powers working as much as he did. She didn' t have time to go on dates or give herself up to desire, plus the melo recollection of her mother ' s and grandmother' s faces when they found out about her pregnancy. It was enough to make any man uninteresting. Oh, right, right,
it' s been a long trip. His mother nodded. After a moment of silence, he added and you could not loosen the legs of the armchair and say that it has broken why he would do that to be able to sleep with it. Daughter, he took my phone out of his ear and stared at him who that woman he was talking to. The voice looked like his mother' s, but not his words. I can' t do that It' s wrong. What I said grumbled his mother Look, talk
to your little girl Ma the little voice. He made the heart melt even as it broke she would have to be with her daughter not on the other side of the world. Chasing a man hello. My little girl I' ve missed you so much what you' ve done. Since I left yesterday I caught a huge fish in the lagoon. Great- grandmother hit him on a tree to kill him and then we ate him for dinner. It was so hot. He covered his eyes with one hand and beat him against a tree to death. It' s me the accountant. He' d be
horrified by that conversation. Not only would she not have a five- year - old daughter born out of wedlock, but her daughter would not be fishing for her own dinner and, obviously, there would be no animal beaten to death against a tree. But at least your daughter was happy. It was a sin. Ending a life, even the life of a fish, but I would gladly sacrifice a whole bench of trout to distract Jade and make him
not miss his mother. He lifted his feet and leaned his tired head against the armrest of the sofa, while Jade spoke nonstop about fish, worms and crickets. When her eyelids closed slowly, she could almost feel Vietnam' s sun on her skin and her little girl in her arms fell asleep with a smile on her lips scene five, something wet fell on Kai' s face
or again looked like raindrops, except that she was on her bed. He was dripping on the roof, falling down on it, opened his eyes and was about to scream He was standing next to his wet bed and wrapped alone in a towel. I think I' ve ruined the shower Water comes out everywhere. He grabbed the towel closer to his chest. Kai sat straight, rubbed his face with one hand and prepared to get out of bed. Let me see it. It' s probably just him to adjust. Shit threw
the sheets back on her crotch. I was having a monstrous morning erection. She couldn' t see that the way her underpants were lifted was grotesque and she would probably believe it was because of her, but it wasn' t like that. Almost every day he woke up like this and there was no uncontrollable addiction to porn or something like that. It was just a natural biological
reaction to morning testosterone levels. One I could have dispensed with. Your mornings would be much more efficient if you didn' t have to masturbate in the shower every day. However, when she discovered it by looking at her bare chest and abs, she stopped thinking about efficiency and inappropriate hormone levels. She bit her lip and he would have sworn that he could feel her teeth on his own lips. The muscles of his stomach c thought and his senses sharpened.
She was beautiful, even without makeup. It looked more natural, more real. The drops of water on his soft skin stood out with perfect clarity and attracted him to something I told him that they should know better than the common water. I hadn' t thought it was possible, but his erection accentuated even more shit, making a great effort to hide his uncompromising erection. He got up from the bed and dragged his feet to the bathroom, the
only renovated place in the whole house. He stood in front of the shower and watched confused as the lights flashed with the colors of the rainbow and the water emanated from the holes located on the top and side. How he managed to do that. He didn' t know he had a car wash option It' s broken. I' ll pay for the settlement declared esme. I don' t think you just pressed the wrong buttons, a lot of them, maybe all at the same time, or maybe it was like a
video game where you had to press the buttons following a given order. She had accidentally found a secret combination that was not included in the manual. There was no choice. I had to go in. He sprinkled deep and got into the shower in his underwear. Hot water attacked him from all directions and soaked his hair and massaged his muscles. It would have been nice if it wasn' t for the blink of lights, his underwear, now soaked and
by the public. When it reached the control panel it pressed the switch off. The cycle of colored lights ended and the flood was interrupted. The remaining water fell from the holes and hit the ground with an intimate drip. She pulled her hair back and said come and I' ll show you how it works. He bowed my head. He held the towel a little more to his chest and stood next to him. First you press the power button. This one also turns everything off and I, in general use the vertical shower
mode that is here only two buttons. So you see it pressed the buttons and the water fell its or on them like a soft rain you understand she nodded the fix was not broken. She dropped her shoulders as she breathed a sigh of relief and gave her a smile. When the water fell on his eyes, he passed a hand through his face, but it was of no use. They were both under the shower with the water on. Every second she passed the towel she got more soaked, she had to take it off,
but then she' d be naked. Next to it, surrounded by water and steam and tarnished stone walls. The strange state of heightened consciousness returned this time stronger. The roar of running water became more intense and he felt each drop dissolve against his skin like a soft kiss. Images of him, removing his wet towel, crossed his mind, although her body remained blurred from the chest to the thighs. He didn' t know how to imagine it,
but he wanted to. No, I didn' t, yeah, yeah, I wanted no. I didn' t really need those images wandering through his perverted mind. We' re very smart. Eh said he was me with a smile. We wash clothes, towels and bodies at the same time so we save water. I' m not sure we' re cleaner than before. She bowed her head down and rinsed the water from her eyes. “ I’ m just joking once you’ re serious,” Kay asked,“ She raised one of her elegant shoulders and directed a sort of
insecure smile to her. I just want you to be yourself with me. I am, maybe I wasn' t. I certainly wasn' t pretending to be someone else. However, if he looked at things in an object way, that was precisely what the people around him normally wanted. That the acta was different, in a more appropriate, more intuitive, more considerate, less eccentric, less really him. She didn' t care about her real thing. Me. The smile of esme became wider and all he could do
was stare at her. What a strange, incomprehensible and beautiful woman she was always joking and smiling all the time. He felt a tingling in his fingers and a desire to touch that smile and took a step back as a self - protection. I' ll let you shower you can use the other towel over there Cay escaped from the bathroom Suddenly he was in his dressing room dripping water over the carpet while he looked away at the black clothes hanging from the
hangers. His heart rumbled as if he had drunk five cans of Barbold and his penis did obscene things in the front of his wet underpants. It took him a huge effort to remember what day it was and what the corresponding plans were, but then frustration traveled through his body. She had spoiled everything with the mess of the shower and now with her in there she couldn' t even brush her teeth, at least not without taking a look, which she
would honestly enjoy too much. He hit his forehead against the wall of his damn dressing room. I had to put a stop to all that. Determined that the rest of the day would work properly, he took his sportswear, tied his shoelaces, and took a toothbrush and a spare dentifica that he had in the wardrobe of his home clothes. Then he went to the kitchen to brush his teeth. In the sink, he devoured a protein bar and drank a glass of water. It was Sunday morning, and that meant I had
to exercise the upper body. If he abandoned his exercise routine, he began to lose weight very quickly, and that displeased him. It reminded him too much of when he was younger and clumsy and extremely rare. Sometimes it was still weird, but it wasn' t clumsy anymore. He had managed to get rid of that quality by training his muscles for hours and hours of practice.
As always, he walked slowly to his living room and placed himself in the right machine while lifting a fifty- six- pound bar above his head. He saw me go into the kitchen. He took some fruit from the varied selection that his mother had left and served himself a glass of water that was forgotten on the countertop, but he remained focused and fulfilled efficiently with the five series of five repetitions by the time he finished working the biceps. I
' d lost Esme' s trail Nothing happened. She was an adult and didn' t need supervision. He started doing push- ups on the bar always five, series of ten, one, two, three. I used to hate that kind of push- ups. However, now that he had improved, he liked the rhythm of his breathing and the movement of his arms
were perfectly synchronized. Four, five, six. If he tried, he would probably be able to do a crazy number of repetitions before his body gave up, especially if he didn' t have the weight of 11 kilos tied to his waist seven eight nine. A movement on the other side of the window on the outside caught his attention and stood still with his feet hanging above the ground. Esme was in the back garden with her hair gathered on a ponytail and wearing floral print pants. That was a bunch of panties and a
white shirt without a fucking bra. Underneath his breasts he swayed seductively as he fell a small tree with one of his Japanese kitchen knives. His feet fell on the carpet with a deaf noise and he was vaguely aware of his luck not to be injured by the weight hanging between his legs. I still couldn ' t turn my eyes away from the window. Oh, shit. It was the steak knife. She was cutting down a tree with a steak knife. He doubted that such a gunship was one of the purposes of the knife,
but as it used to be with Japanese engineering. The knife exceeded all expectations and could see his dark nipples through the thin shirt. He could not be the only one who thought that situation was absolutely disconcerting. It was exciting and fascinating and terrifying. She was armed and also a little frustrating because she had deeply redefined the purpose of her sophisticated cowardice. He went straight to the window. He opened it all of a sudden and asked why you' re
cutting that tree and with a knife for the meat. In addition, she stopped the knife from the narrow trunk of the tree and gave him a smile, as if everything was perfectly normal. I' m cleaning up a little bit. Kai' s lips moved without sound. That' s not necessary. He finally answered, I' m making your garden better for them. You' ll see, but he didn' t care how he did it
good. That wasn' t entirely true. He cared a little, just enough to get the perverse pleasure of irritating his neighbors with his deteriorated facade and garden. He had intended to fix things, but the tiny old lady across the street Ruthy had sent him a letter threatening to report him if he did not try to make his home fit better with the neighborhood, and he was
able to do almost anything if asked kindly. An example of this was his current situation, in which a woman who liked to wield knives was living with him, but he was threatened by him and Ruth was in a silent battle and he would end it. She didn' t care that she was about a hundred years old Esme gave the tree one last blow and the trunk broke in half. The leafy crown of the tree fell to the ground and she held. He knifed up high and said I' m good with knives.
Kay slowly walked away from the window in which number she had stayed. I had no idea, so he started over at the beginning one two. Tress pulled me aside, slashed and bowed to drag. The fallen tree and his pants stretched over his ass in a very seductive way. It shouldn' t be sexy. Now I was absolutely certain that that was a pair of pants, but his penis didn' t care. He stood firm and put pressure on his sports pants. Kay shook her head and forced herself to concentrate.
Mind, win a penis. Mind, win a penis. I could do rule number six Damn it four, five, six. The tree must have stuck with something, because she started pulling it and her perfect ass covered with the boobies shook as if she were dancing in a Kai bellonce music video. She stared at her hopelessly trapped in the most confusing erection of her entire life. When the tree got loose, she staggered a few steps back and then
dragged it to the far end of the garden. He found a shovel somewhere he didn' t know where he didn' t even know he had a shovel and he came back to nail it into the hole that had left the tree freshly torn out of his breasts bounced off and the sweat shone over his red face before it was washed off with the back of his arm. Akay assaulted him with the idea that maybe he should be helping her instead of watching her as if she were a pornographic landscaper. You weren' t supposed to
let women do the hard work. Maybe I should add it to the rules. However, he had already told her that he did not have to. If his hands wished to plow the land of Sellecken Valley, what a right he had to deny him that joy. Besides, he was opposed to fixing his garden. In principle he was enmity with Ruthe and all that turned his gaze and returned to doing push- ups, keeping the focus. Mind beats penis one two three he bowed, which caused his pants to stretch again over
his ass and a moan blew in Cai' s chest. After taking a stone out of the earth and throwing it aside, she again worked with the shovel, one two three. Every time the shovel sank into the dry land, the determination of esme continued to grow. That morning she had woken up with her new phone glued to her face and a blanket over her. He had covered it up in his sleep. It was a small gesture, but it was a little cold in the room. What would happen if she got
sick? It was a sign. It was clear that he was not perfect, but he was perfect for her and for jade He would have to put all his effort into marrying him. Her name Calette meant victory, but the way he said it, without emphasis or tilde, meant opening up and that was exactly what she had to do. He was locked and she had to open it. His experience told him that when you wanted to open something, you cleaned it first to see what you were dealing with and then worked on
it with a lot of effort. Esme was not good, with many things, but she had the ability to clean up and work hard. I could do it maybe I was even meant to do it. I' d start by fixing Calette' s garden. Then he' d go on with his house and, finally, with his life. He had manifested that he was not dissatisfied with any part of his life, but that was absolutely false for
some reason. He had erected a high wall around himself. She would take him down just as she had knocked down that tree and find the way to her heart. With that in mind he worked in the garden until the sun was high in the sky. Then he entered the house to have lunch with him and seduce him in a subtle way or not so subtle, but he
was no longer there. I had left her alone in that house, without telling her anything scene six when Cai' s alarm clock sounded the next morning, he struck her, sat down and watched her room with numb eyes. She had spent Sunday in her office to escape from esme, but she had managed to invade her dreams. I had slept for about three hours. At most, the fantasies had assaulted him all night, sexual fantasies with a pair of panties as protagonists. I was already an officer, I was losing my
mind and I had a monstrous erection. His pen was so hard that he was lifting the heavy blanket on his own. I had to take care of that, but how could I do it by having someone else on the other side of the door? What would happen if she interrupted him. None of the locks worked in that house, something that had never been a problem before.
Walking with his limb pointing forward as the needle of a compass, he went to the bathroom turned on the light and opened the drawer next to the sink where he kept his toothbrush and the toothpaste were not fully opened the drawer, but did not roll out from the bottom. He knew he had placed them there the night before. He always brought them back to their place.
I was hallucinating. She was in the middle of a nightmare or someone really weird read had stolen her oral hygiene products because someone read her identifric toothbrush were leaning on the countertop next to the faucet and a glass of the kitchen. What the hell had to be Esme' s thing took his toothbrush, put dentificos on it and put it in his mouth. While he was brushing, he looked at the bathroom and must have woken up at dawn because there were
new details everywhere. It didn' t look the same as the night before. The sides of his CLINX box were no longer parallel to the walls and the paper handkerchief that came out of the box was carefully bent into a triangle és I had repositioned the bath towels from the shelves and were now folded in thirds with a hand towel and a towel over it. His bathroom looked good, but it was practical to hold a grunt again to accommodate the Clínix box
to its previous position with sides parallel to the walls. While showering, she accidentally put conditioner in her hair before washing with Shampoo, because she had changed the order of the containers and had to put conditioner a second time, which r rs was absolutely irritating, in case it wasn' t little. When he wanted out, he took his bath towel and dropped the little ones to the ground. Then he bowed to pick them up and when he joined,
he hit his head with the towel rack. When he managed to get dressed and leave the room, he was furious, in haste and possibly with a concussion. He went straight into the kitchen and the aroma immediately wrapped him. Picante similar to the seafood so intense that made him cough sme was next to the stove, pouring fish sauce into a saucepan that contained boiling soup while with a damp cloth he distracted a stain that was next to the fire. For
an instant of confusion. Calet completely forgot the smell of burnt fish sauce. She was wearing a shirt and just wau those pieces. Esme dedicated a wide smile to him above his shoulder hello Ancalette. His joy made him come out of his numb state of a jolt and the intense aroma of fish sauce flooded him again very intensely. Yeah, it made the meals taste delicious, but who wanted to smell that all day and her name, she kept giving it
that way. Esme gave him a look of confusion as he opened the windows and the glass door facing the garden and also lit the extractor bell over the stoves to remove the smell. He explained what smell he blinked once twice. Maybe she hadn' t noticed. It was everywhere. At that very moment I imagined him imbuing the paint on the walls with the fish sauce. He pointed to the tall neck bottle she held and that she had a squid on
the label. Ah sme leaned on the countertop and cleaned his hands with discomfort with the wet kitchen cloth. After a tense moment, he rushed past him to open the closet next to him. I made coffee. He tipped off to take the cup on the middle shelf and the hem of his shirt slid
upwards and revealed the perfectly attractive glotts of his ass and white underwear. His penis immediately stood firm and reminded him that he had skipped an important part of his routine, morning twice consecutively after the landscape incident of the previous day. He found it curiously logical that he could cause shock, a sense of hypersensitive
smell, and testicular pain. At the same time, the wide neckline of his T- shirt slipped to one side and revealed one of his elegant shoulders and he took a slow breath and loaded with fish sauce more and more testicular pain. She grabbed a cup, poured some coffee into it and held it out, smiling at it with bright green eyes and her hair dark brownishly brushed sexyly, crowning her heart- shaped face for you cay accepted the cup and drank a sip is rich, asked he felt it, but he actually had
no idea what flavor it had. Her senses were surpassed by the burnt fish sauce and by it sea foam decided not to taste the coffee, but the color of her eyes. Green sea foam. The smile of esme became wider, but immediately after it blushed and a lock of hair was kept behind the ear. Why you look at me like that, in what way. So, fixedly and for so long she said, ah Kay forced herself to turn her eyes and drank another sip of coffee to have something to do. I
still couldn' t feel his taste. Sometimes I forget that it bothers people, He didn' t have that sense that most people had and that indicated when they had to stop making eye contact. So if he wasn' t attentive, he' d stare for too long or he wouldn' t at all. He cleared his throat. I' ll try not to. I thought I was about to say something, but she turned on herself and started serving soup in a bowl full of thick rice noodles prepared by her mother,
banchan onions, dried fried onion, shrimp and thin pork slices. Once it was finished, he took the bowl to the kitchen table and left it next to a mango plate in filming and other varieties of fruit. He pulled a chair aside and said to you what came up to the table and stared at the food not like fruit. Besides, it was a working day. The routine was to eat a protein bar, drink a cup of water, run to work, fight in the locker room, change and be in your office
in less than an hour. But today I had to take esme to the restaurant first and now there was all that food that someone would have to eat and to top it up I really hated to keep the other curse waiting I would have to deal with it for three months, plus three whole months with it in his life, bending his clinix and causing him testicle pain, confusion, brain emotions and fruits. The fruit is good for you insisted I take
a vitamin complex. Fruit is better than a vitamin complex. He shook his head and sat down, though all he wanted was to run out the door and start with his day. He deserved to win a prize for demonstrating such a high level of self- control. They should canonize him or even crown him. Gentleman Sir Kay public accountant. She took the chair in front of him and left a glass of water on the table, even though there was
another one on the countertop. So, instead of sitting in a normal way, he did it on one leg and took the other to the chest and waited you won' t eat anything. Kay asked, I' ve already eaten, so she would just watch him eat and people considered it weird. He took a spoonful of gumy noodles and salty soup to his mouth. She knew a little saltier than usual, as she had added more fish sauce, but she was good, although he did not have the habit of having soup.
When she took a look at esme, she squeezed her lips and stared with determination at one of the fucking mango slices. He was not a two - year- old, why was it happening to him that breathed in an obfuscated way, took a slice of mango and gave him a big bite, an extreme acidity. It burst in his mouth and he made a grimace. While a sudden chill was traveling through his Boagese body. He gave me a laugh and he gave him a horrified look. Why he was laughing. He
couldn' t stop shaking. While trying to swallow that bite of pure citric acid shit. Her eyes were filling with tears. She contained her reaction. I' m sorry, it' s a little acidic. He said devils. It was very acidic. Without uttering a word there is. He drank from his cup of coffee and shuddered again and then drank another sip. That was his new life. His life was hell. I' m sorry,
I like acid. He declared esme with a gesture of apology. Tastes good, with salt and Chile, he extended his slice of mango to half finish you like this. She took the piece from his fingers and bit it with complete indifference to germ transfer. He didn' t care about bacteria or getting sick, as I was might have kissed him that more disturbing thought smiling with the green mango caught between his teeth is told me delicious. He blinked and
finished the noodle soup. With this level of tolerance for acidic foods, your intestines were likely to have enough corrosive strength to digest a whole seal calf. Nature was terrifying at times. She helped him finish the rest of his fruit. Kay wasn' t willing to try one more bite. They both cleaned everything and she ran to her room and returned thirty seconds later dressed in a
white shirt, black pants and hair collected on a ponytail. After driving by the adult institute and parking in his square in front of his mother' s restaurant, Kay held back and avoided drumming her fingers against the wheel. While he was picking me up his stuff. He took off his seatbelt and slowly left the car. As soon as he closed the door, he turned back at last he could leave, but she turned around. He came to his side and gestured to him to lower the window and he obeyed, even though
he did not want to do so. Now that now what it is he looked me in the eye and said thank you for bringing me. And with regard to the looks, his lips curved into a smile that seemed almost shy. You can look at me for as long as you want. I don ' t mind. Adios ancalette, turned and walked firmly towards the front door of the restaurant. The ponytail was swinging from one side to the other. With every step, he had been set free. However, he left the
car still right there. He still needed hours of sleep, he' d gotten out of his routine completely. He was very irritated. Her head hurt and her testicles were still sore, but something inside her had loosened and now she wasn' t bothered so much by the way she pronounced her name.
She waited until the door of the restaurant closed behind her and Ben Ben left Carol said as soon as he walked through the door and gestured with his hand to get close to the table, where he was filling peppers come and tell
me everything sme slipped over the red leather bench. He took a quick look at the restaurant and looked at the orange walls, the red benches, the black tables, the huge fish tank in the background and the familiar aromas of food in a surprising way outside those benches with backrests that separated tables from others. The restaurant was no different from what one would find in Vietnam and it felt like I had returned home. There the aroma of fish sauce was well
received. He took a lock of his hair and took it to his nose, but he didn' t detect anything. I washed it the night before. It was clean. However, she continued to feel an uncomfortable shame when she remembered how he had opened all the windows and the door to let out a smell she had not detected. Carol looked up at the peppermint. How things are going. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled.“ It is too soon you are getting a lot of work,” Carol asked. He promised
me he' d treat you like he was his fiancée. He hastened to shake my head. No, he' s been good to me. We had breakfast together this morning there She considered telling Carol that her son had left her at home the whole day before, but she didn' t feel encouraged. Carol raised her eyebrows and what else, that' s all. He took Carol' s large pepper container and continued to fill the peppers where Carol had stopped.“ There is a secret to dealing with my calet,”
Carol said after a moment of secrecy. He doesn' t talk much and he' s very smart. So people think it' s complicated, but it' s really very simple. If you want anything from him, all you have to do is tell him. Just telling him esme couldn' t hide the scepticism of his voice. Yeah, just talk to him if he ' s too quiet. Tell him you want me to talk to you, yeah, you feel bored at home, tell him you want to go somewhere with him. Never assume he knows what you want. Because you don'
t, you have to tell him. I saw once you do it nine out of ten times he' ll listen most of the time. It doesn ' t seem to do it, but he cares about people, even you are He evaluated the serious look on the face of the Carol woman. I believed what I was saying. I did, co Carol smiled and gave her a grip on her arm. Now let me show you around so you can start working. At the end of lunchtime, I was on the verge of
crying. She didn' t mind lifting weight or standing up. He was as strong as a water buffalo, but he had forgotten that being a waitress implied having to speak often in English, and that was something that also fulfilled just as well as a water buffalo. Some customers had devoted impatient glances to her, while she struggled to speak one even shouted another. She had made fun of herself without a plug, and she just wanted to lock herself in
the bathroom and hide. For the rest of the week. He stacked the dirty dishes in the cart, cleaned the table, cleaned it up again and moved on to the next one. He tried to clear his mind and concentrate on work until he remembered that he had been confused with the request of that very table. He had run to the food store at the end of the street to buy cream just to find out later that customers had said crepes that it was going seo what most humiliating mistake. Who was going to order only
cream in a nice restaurant like that. I should have thought of it better. Her eyes were filled with tears and she blinked with fury not to cry. When the last client retired, she would eat that cream and laugh at
the whole thing. Dirty plates in the service cart. Cleaning the table and cleaning it again with crat forgot to look where he was walking and his hip threw a chair to the floor and to continue with his streak of bad luck, the belongings of the last client that was left on the premises were on that chair and now there were dozens of papers scattered all over the floor. I' m sorry. I' m so sorry. He hurried to say, bowed and put his hands and knees on the ground, but once he
was down there the task was overwhelming. There were papers everywhere under the tables and the chairs were too much. His hip hurt just like his head and he wanted to scream, but he couldn' t breathe. Don' t worry. That' s why he said a voice in an educated Vietnamese. Before I realized it, they had already collected all the papers and she was sitting at a table with the vague memory of firm hands leading her to the seat and handing her a cup of tea slowly drink it said the client.
As she sat in front of her and looked at her with kind eyes, she drank a sip. Jasmine tea was warm, granular and bitter, as it was the sediments of the teapot. Still helped her calm down. He rinsed his face with the back of his hand, hoping to feel the moisture of the tears, but found nothing but his own hot skin. The woman had assisted her before she could break into tears. I eat here regularly and I' ve never seen you before It' s your first day. The
woman asked about her appearance. I' d be about twenty years older than that. The handkerchief around his neck with the sunglasses on his head and his fashionable dress gave him an air of sophistication, though not of wealth. He ' s nodded to me feeling silly you just crossed. It' s not like that. There was no need to clarify that I had crossed or where I had been before Esme simply nodded again, considering how lunch time had turned
out. It was too obvious that she had just arrived in the country. The woman stretched her arm over the table and squeezed her hand all the better over time. I was like you when I first got here. Esme almost told him that he only had insurance for one summer here, but then he thought it over. I didn' t want to have to explain myself and
for the woman to change her kindness for a look of prejudice. And what an image I was sitting there drinking you on his work schedule.“ He stood up and as he continued to clean the missing tables,” he said thank you. I' m sorry about the papers. My name is Coin, but call me Miss Cú. That' s what my students call me You' re a teacher. The lady co- exhibited the papers she had collected from the floor. That' s right, these are my students'
duties. His face lit up and he added you could join my class. I teach English at night the summer course has just begun. He took a surprised breath and his rag stopped half- cleaning. His first reaction was one of enthusiasm. She would love to go back to school and it would be so nice not to be embarrassed when she spoke to the customers and it was not said firmly. The nights were not to study, they were to seduce
Calette. Besides, it was better to save money for Jade. After all, he was there for her, for Jade and also for his own father. Not for the sake of me. She couldn' t justify spending if it was just to make herself happy.“ No need,” he said in the end,“ I can manage a polite smile. He played on Miss C' s lips before she left a ten- dollar bill on the table, picked up her things and got up. Goodbye then, if you
change your mind, the Adult Institute is right across the street. He pointed out through the window to the small white building across the busy street and then withdrew almost with melancholy. He watched her make her way across the street without using the pedestrian passage. He did not notice the sheet of paper that had been left at the far end of the restaurant until the woman had disappeared inside the institute. He went to collect the paper, which was written by someone
called at Jelle. Kaka began reading and continued reading and stood there like a statue until it was finished. Then he looked out the window into high school. She was in jadakakay attending high school for the benefit of others, or she only did it because she wanted it. Scene seven. During the following week, Kai had to follow a new routine in the mornings they had breakfast together Tai ate anything he was forcing me to eat and she gobbled up tropical
fruits with joy. Then they were going to work and and and he would pick her up in the afternoon at about six. That was the busiest time in the restaurant, but her mother claimed she had everything under control. Kay suspected she wanted him and me to have dinner together. That wasn' t a mellow romance or anything like that, so I didn' t know why His mother took so much trouble most of the time. They reheated the lids
in the fridge and ate like scavengers. Other times he cooked me and he had to turn on the extractor hood and open all the windows to ventilate the home. While they were eating he was making strange comments about the work on current events and about anything that happened to him. He was trying to ignore her, but he didn' t usually succeed. After dinner I fell for exercise and then watched the TV with the low volume while working with his laptop.
She, for her part, either took the time to torment him in hundreds of new and creative ways. On Tuesday, Kay found her socks rolled up and stored in her drawer as if they were cigars. On Wednesday, she made Vietnamese pop sound at full volume on her phone, while organizing by color the food from her pantry, which made it impossible for her to concentrate
on television or anything else. On Thursday he cleaned his sockets, wearing only a large shirt without a bra and one of his underpants was his underpants for God' s sake. They weren' t shorts and they didn' t even fit him. In addition, he had rolled his waist so much that he might well have walked in Panties by Friday. Kai was fantasizing about sending her on the next flight back to Vietnam. He couldn' t find anything at home, he didn' t sleep well, and he was so sexually
frustrated that his teeth hurt. I would seriously consider bribing her to leave, if it weren' t for her mother and her threats. No way it was gonna happen. That' s why. A second time, Friday night, Kay was in her bed looking at the darkened ceiling and imagining that I was firing him with joy. From the airport security checkpoint, while he was driving away at full speed. When the bathroom door connecting his rooms opened suddenly, the soft glow of the bathroom' s night light invaded his room and
threw a glow. Tenue on her face bathed in tears of esme that approached the feet of Kai' s bed, He stood up and turned his hair away from her face you feel well that she went up to the bed and sat right on her lap. He hugged his neck and trembled, as he clung to him with force, with short, agitated breaths, pressed his wet face against his throat. Kai remained as rigid as a mannequin. What the hell had he done to have a woman crying clinging to him like an octopus.
He could not help but remember that the blue- ringed octopus was one of the most poisonous animals that existed. Don' t make the octopus angry. “ What’ s going on You’ re okay,” Kay asked after clarifying her voice,“ She hugged him more tightly as if she was trying to get inside him. What there was so used to keeping people away that I didn' t know what to do with someone so close. Fortunately,
the contact was firm and could tolerate it. He liked proprioception and firm pressure, but a hot dampness was soaking his bare skin and that disturbed him. It' s tears, not deadly neurotoxins. He had to remember himself they took her away, took her away, said against her chest, not knowing why? What? Ay Assumed that it was a took her away, although the pronouns had no gender in Vietnamese. So it might well have been a thing I didn' t know why, but he disliked that he might
be crying for me for a man. Esme tremors got worse while a sob sprang out of his throat. Who took whom his father and his wife. Oh, that didn' t make sense. I was sure in ninety- nine percent that she had had a nightmare. It had been a long time since he had had one of the inappropriate sexual fantasies they didn' t count as nightmares, but in those moments only one thing helped him feel better. He surrounded her with his arms and hugged her with an irregular sigh warmed her
chest and she relaxed against him with a murmur almost instantaneously. The tremor of esme calmed down an unusual feeling of satisfaction. It expanded for him much more pleasurable than round increments of time or whole amounts of dollars at gas stations. He had ended his sadness in general, doing exactly the opposite with the rest
of the people. For a few long minutes she continued to hug her, telling herself that she would need time to settle down, although perhaps he also liked to hug her There in the almost darkness of her room, he admitted to himself that she was nice and smelled good like her soap, but more feminine and soft and without fish sauce. He enjoyed the weight of his body on his own. It was better than three heavy quilts. Maybe he could
have leaned his cheek against her forehead. The breath of esme was balanced and their sobs spread more and more until they finally stopped. She moved just over her lap and he realized that she was having an erection an out of control and humiliating. Before erection shit.“ If she moved a little more confident that she would notice it already,” Calette asked. She stepped away and
rushed down from her lap. Luckily, he did not realize what was going on in his crotch and he rubbed his chest, where her tears had already dried up. After a long silence, she tried to start talking several times, but she held back. I can sleep here. Tonight he finally whispered at home. I slept with may not and I won' t touch you. I promise unless you want his eyes to light up mysteriously as he watched it, unless he wanted a moment to mean having sex. No, he
didn' t want sex. Well, I really did. His body seemed excited at the idea, but mind beats penis and all that in his head. Sex was intermingled with romantic relationships and, since he was not qualified for such relationships, it made a lot of sense to avoid sex. For Colmo. Touch was very difficult for him. It was good with hugging, but everything else could become a problem. He had enough to contain to instruct his hairdresser on how to deal with him. I didn' t want to do
it with a woman. Before the act, he looked at the empty half of his double bed. The sheets and the quilt were perfectly smooth immaculate and he liked it that way. I always felt a certain satisfaction. When she woke up in the morning and didn' t have to do the other side of the bed, rubbing her elbow, she turned away from him. I ' m sorry I' m going to whisper. You can sleep here if
you want to take back the hell sheets. He was like that. I didn' t want to share the bed with her, but it seemed like she was about to cry again and she couldn' t be sad. He was always happy, always smiling seriously asked Covering his mouth surprised, he pulled his hair away from his forehead. It was a terrible idea. I had it very clear. I may snore calmly. My grandmother snores like a motorcycle. I don' t mind. He responded with a big smile. There
was that smile. It wasn' t trivial. Calette realized she was relaxing muscles she didn' t know she had had in tension. She slipped under the sheets, leaned her head on the pillow and lay sideways looking at him. Calet lay on his back and stared at the roof. They were one arm away, but still. His heart threatened to go into cardiorespiratory arrest. It was weird. He had slept with his cousins before, but that had nothing to do with it. He didn' t know he was attracted to
his cousins. Their cousins did not cut down trees with meat knives, nor put on their underpants, nor did they want to marry him. Her cousins didn' t run to her bed when they had nightmares. He was just doing it to me. Thank you. Ancalet said he pulled the sheets up to his neck. You' re welcome to try to get some sleep at my cousin sara' s wedding. It is. Tomorrow, Caleta wrinkled her
forehead when she realized she hadn' t mentioned it before. You don' t have to go if you don' t want to, but I do. You' d like to go to your mother' s. He told me about the wedding. I want to hear yes. The voice of esme vibrated enthusiastically and he drowned a sigh. At least one of us would have a great time. Then good night, let me tell you to sleep well Ancalette for a while. He was aware that she was looking at him.
She could almost feel the rays of happiness that she emanated and bounced off her face, but it wasn' t long before she fell asleep. I didn ' t snore or take up too much space. However, his mere presence caused him to enter a state of alarm. There was a woman in her bed. His life was completely out of control and he would have to attend a wedding the next day. That night, Calette didn' t hit scene
eight. The next day, in the afternoon, while Esme and Caleta waited for the ceremony to begin in the hotel' s golden dance hall, he released the last thing she would have expected to hear from this wedding was missing something. He looked at the high floral arrangements, the glass chandeliers and the setting of the French palace and shook his head what was missing. I thought you' d know, I don' t identify what it is. He cleared his throat and pulled the neck of his shirt as if his tie was
too tight. She looked back at the living room, but nothing caught her attention. She clearly didn' t know what to expect from an American wedding and barely knew Vietnamese weddings, as she had personally skipped that part of the process of having a baby The fact that he could believe that that wedding was missing something, when it was as perfect as she could imagine. He said
a lot about American weddings. A flutist began to play and a girl with two ponytails wore flowers and threw rose petals, as she walked down the aisle between rows and rows of men dressed in suits and women women dressed in auda and party dresses. The bride, wearing a gazza dress that seemed to be made of clouds, took her father' s arm and walked to the altar, where the groom was waiting for her, who watched her as if it
were the most important thing in the world. At Esmes knots were formed in his throat and, although he tried to ignore them, his desire became so intense that his chest hurt. She didn' t need live music, such an elegant place or such a beautiful dress, but the rest, throughout the ceremonies, discovered that she watched Calet more than her boyfriends. He was concentrated, with his usual intensity in the couple' s vows and she wanted to
extend her arm and go through the marked lines of her profile. Anything that would make her feel closer to him. They were side by side, but he felt very far away. He' d belong to you sometime. Calet had comforted her the night before for the first time since she had arrived. She was enjoying a good night' s sleep. She had no nightmares in which the womanizer, the father of her daughter and her wealthy wife took Jade,
nor did she feel the guilt that accused her of being selfish. By staying with her daughter, she kept repeating that she had not done it for her alone, mostly for Jade, because the love for her daughter was enough to make a difference and that love had brought her there. Maybe not another kind of love could grow between her and Calet. If he opened up to her, it felt like I was about to get to him, who was very close. Maybe it would happen that same night. Maybe when the grooms
danced, they kissed and the audience burst into applause. Everyone stood up as Sara and her new husband passed between them with broad smiles on their faces. The cameras flashed, the screens on the phones went off and bubbles floated in the air. When they announced it was time to go to the banquet hall for the reception. He put courage on me and between the single hand around Calette' s arm. His body strained as he looked down and gazed at
her fingers on the sleeve of his jacket. He held my breath horribly conscious of how little graceful his fingers were leaning on him, those unsophisticated fingers and short fingernails. Her mother had beautiful hands and often regretted that Esmen had not inherited them. She said she had trucker' s hands. Foolish comments fluttered over his head, things he could tell Calet to try and get him to smile, but he didn' t say. She felt too anxious to make
jokes. After all, he didn' t relax, but he didn' t turn her away either. That was good. No, but they' re adorable. A woman in a dry tone said a beautiful woman with straight bangs wearing her lips painted in a natural color and wearing a sober black dress. He approached them and Calette stepped aside to embrace her hello little brother, hello ube and Greek. The woman took an invisible lint from the shoulders of the suit and inspected it as a mother cat with her kittens would have to
cut your hair. It' s okay like this. Anyway, Calet took her hair off her face is I was about to say that she offered to cut it off, but contained her words. Those people didn' t cut their hair at home judging by the place and the design garments. They probably did it in elegant beauty parlors where he offered them. Before it a neck massage, Ubé and Greek squeezed his lips. You' re getting out of control unless you want to leave it along. Sure, maybe it would suit
you. I' ll take care of it. Calette, ube and Griega answered and touched the flap of the suit. This is the one I chose for you Yes, that' s why I like it so calmly The woman finally turned Caletti' s eyes and focused on Esme, so here she is. He smiled at me with hesitation, not knowing what to expect Hello chb and Greek. Ube and Greek shook his hand and gave him a smile just
as he tried. You are Yes, the eyes of ube and Greek traveled through Esme' s tiny green dress and her almost naked limbs and her face adopted a careful empty expression. Esme tried to pull the hem off her skirt without anyone noticing it. She should have put on something else, something that Grandma approved and had no cheap sequins and sparkles, but she hadn' t realized it wasn' t appropriate until she saw the rest of the party dresses,
sober and derelict. I changed it to esme when I arrived here, ah that pretty replied ube and Greek with a slow and strange Vietnamese, indicating that I did not speak it frequently, but that I had used it for esme. It' s from my son' s favorite movie It' s my favorite Jesny movie. He hurried to correct and then bit his lip.
Now that I had explained it out loud, I didn' t read it seemed like a very elegant way to choose a name and she had to be elegant like ube and Greek, like Calette, like all those people I' m an accountant in Vitnam. A sincere smile was drawn on the lips of ube and Greek. When he looked at his brother Go, he didn' t know. It' s wonderful. He squeezed Calette' s arm like he' d had a good luck streak. The lying heart of esme contracted
and beat harder. The heavens should punish her at that very moment for being so horrible. At least now I had a vague idea of what accounting was, because I had been reading Calete' s articles secretly, as she was supposed to be an expert, but in general I had ended up lost within those dictionaries here it is, there' s the beautiful young lady said a familiar voice. As Carola wrapped in a strong embrace of esme, a knot was knotted in her stomach, Caleta' s mother would have heard her lie.
I would be ashamed of her right now by all the heavens, the earth, the demons and the gods. Why he was lying like that. She wasn' t like that. Chao, Carol, said Carol looked at the green dress of esme and smiled with approval, no matter what looks like a whore. You look great, pretty, you liked the ceremony. You ' re having fun. Beautiful young lady, yes, she has been beautiful as a dream and now you call her. In that way he interrupted be
and greek. You know you have a daughter. True thing turned away from esme and stroked Ubé' s arm and Greek tried to make the gesture look comforting, but did so in the same way as peeling carrots in the restaurant. You too are my beautiful young lady, a smile that was more of a tense grimace spread in the mouth of Ubé and Greek. Hey, what ' s this? Carol gestured with both hands toward the space between Esmey Calette. Why are you two so separated, you don' t seem to be
engaged. Calette blanked her eyes and took a step towards Esme. Better, Carol, next to one more bo his hands and he took another step and put your arm around her come. Calet released a tense sigh, passed an arm around Esme' s shoulders and drew her closer to him. He knew that it wasn' t right that he had been forced to do it, but he liked that he held it that way there among all those people. It made them look like a couple and helped her not feel so out of
place. Someone in the middle of the room called Carol and she slapped Esme on the cheek have fun tonight and if you need anything let me know, as soon as her mother had retired. Calet dropped Esme' s shoulder arm and followed the crowd into a second ballroom that looked even more golden than him. First, huge bouquets decorated with ornaments of the same tone would be placed on the tables from the top of vases or also golden ones. Even the
bowls of Champagne were lined with gold. Esme Caletti and her sister sat at a round table for ten next to several of her cousins. Presentations were made and hands were tightened. Angie, Sophie, Eviet Hanney and Madiy complained that their brother Maco would not attend that night, as his fiancée did not like the big parties and he was dominated with just one glance. Esme realized that they were also mestizos. There was something familiar about them, but instead of
feeling one more, it felt even more out of place. They had an American style that is I lacked and they also had beautiful hands. Sme sat on his hands to hide them. It wouldn' t be wonderful if Calet had ugly hands, too. If that were the case, they' d be the ideal couple. He took a look at his hands and discovered that he had them still held by an article. I was reading at a wedding and wearing black- mounted reading glasses. The glasses made it look smarter and
more serious, absolutely irresistible. He had been keeping them in his pocket and where that article had come from. It was about something sexy like accounting or math. He bowed his head to see the cover. He failed to distinguish the title, but he was pretty sure he had seen a spaceship and a green- skinned creature with horns. It had nothing to do with the work he was ignoring everyone at that very expensive wedding, she included so he could
read a novel about alien demonic creatures. His confusion must have been reflected in all his face, because Calet' s sister gave him an understanding look. He always does that at weddings. He announced b and greek sodia, but my mother forces him to see. He' d rather attend a tax seminar as if by magic. Calette looked up from her article. You' re talking about tax seminars. Ubé and Greek river and supported the chin in their hands you two should be talking about taxation. After all, you' re
both accountants. You make an ideal couple. He forced me to sketch a smile. Tell me about your work. He closed the article and left his finger in the middle to not lose the page looked amazingly attractive and smart with those glasses. I' m still working on the transfer pricing project. You ' re familiar with that kind of work. She felt enthusiastically, even though she had no idea what she was talking about. Of course, without a doubt it would make me a r uera in your next life. The next
day I would have to find out what transfer prices meant. I am having trouble automating the process to ensure that transactions between subsidiary companies are governed by the principle of full competition or arm distance. It is a challenge, as there are no two subsidiaries that are the same. There are always individual factors to consider. I explain distance from an arm that ended stranger and how distant the river She had made him laugh and the sound was deep, rich in nuances
and beautiful. I wanted to hear it. Laugh more often, much more often than funny. But they' re companies not people. Companies are formed by people. Businesses don' t have feelings. If companies are formed by people and people have feelings, then companies have feelings. I' m pretty sure transfer prices have nothing to do with feelings. She commented b and greek while devoting a look of skepticism to Esme, whose face blushed with shame,
but Calet surprised her by still saying so. I like your reasoning. The transitive relationship is indisputable. Then she smiled and realized that it was the first real smile I had ever seen. The corners of his eyes wrinkled and dimpled on each side of his face. He was too handsome. Her gaze was direct and lasted too long, but she didn' t care at the time she belonged well, she belonged to Esmela the accountant, the real esme, she wasn' t smart. There are no deductible expenses for bribery in bit
Nam added she remembering that he had n n n that issue. On his first day together. That was another thing she had sought, but once she had understood the concept she had angered the bribes. He bowed his head to one side. I' m surprised. In many countries they are simply part of business and what happens to those who cannot pay bribes, they cannot do business. This is how the rich remained rich and the poor remained poor. Unless they cheated, tried, got lucky or got married. You' re
right. Calette looked at her in a different way and made her feel warmth all over her body. It was a look of respect for the accountant or the person behind her lies. He looked into his mind for more things to say to make him keep looking at her that way. But Calette pulled back on his shirt neck like he was strangling him. He drank a sip of ice water and cleared his throat distracted from this wedding. There' s something missing here. Someone' s missing He pointed the empty chair at me next
to her. That' s the place of oan. He told me he couldn' t come, that' s not it, but he stared at the empty chair for a while and said nothing was wrong. She noticed how he would pass the pages of his article by moving his thumb over the corners. Fliit flit fliit. I' ve never seen him play like that with his hands. What could be missing at that perfect wedding. The waiters served salad and then the main dish, consisting of a juicy piece of meat and
a lobster tail. Where was the delicious head and its rubbery legs. She was stabbing the lobster meat with her fork and removing the shell with the spoon. They all acted like they were going to die and touched food with their hands. When the bride, groom, and full courtship approached their table, they all stood up to toast to the newlyweds and Calette put a glass of champagne in the hands of Esme ube and Greek, and their cousins lifted their
glasses of happiness. Derrick and Sara drank champagne and threw exclamations. When the couple kissed, while the sweet bubbles tickled on Esme' s tongue, she looked at Calette above the edge of her glass. He had exchanged his cup for the article and again was passing the Fliit Fliitcliit pages. I kept thinking something was missing. Sara, the bride separated from her husband and approached Calette. It had been changed and now it looked like a wedding da and red
that had golden dragons and phoenix embroidered. It' s I missed the white dress and her puffy skirts. If he ever got married, he' d wear his wedding dress all the time, even to dance. He wouldn' t mind the tradition. Thanks for coming. I know you don' t like weddings. Sara Calet continued to pass the pages of her article. No wonder Sara smiled nostalgically. I remember when we were going to little weddings you and Andy used to hide in the bathroom during the dance to play video games,
Calette' s fingers paralyzed over the article and stayed motionless unnaturally. That ' s Andy, Sara took a quick breath what you mean. I' ve been wondering all night what' s missing from this wedding. Calette explained. It' s his it should be here. After a second of unbelief. Her cousin' s face contracted and thick tears fell on her face, ruining her carefully applied makeup. Why you who can me as much as I
can, covered your mouth and ran out of the living room. The groom looked at Calet for a long time as if there was something he wanted to say, but in the end he ran after his wife without uttering a word. Everyone at his table looked at each other in awe and in awe. Find me when you' re ready to go. Calet hit himself with the article on his thigh and turned to retire. He took me a step towards him. I' ll go with you no longer dance have fun, I
' ll be out here. He gestured toward the exit, turned his hair out of his eyes and left is n s rs there still stunned, watching as he opened his way between the tables and exited the Ballroom. When the door closed behind him he sank into his seat, which was now between two empty chairs. What just happened, why Calette was leaving. Who Andy was. He was Sara' s boyfriend, someone Calette preferred over the boyfriend.
She wanted to ask the other guests at the table, but they were talking to each other quietly and avoiding their bewildering looks how she expected her to enjoy the wedding alone. I was supposed to dance with a man. At random perhaps with that middle- aged man who was at the table, next to him, who had drunk three beers, who wore a red leather jacket and wore curls At shoulder height he leaned one hand over his forehead. I didn ' t want to dance with that maco Jacks in Asian. I just wanted
to dance with Callet. He walked away from the table, I' ll go get him, ubé and Greek. He shook his head. Maybe he doesn' t want it to be me. He didn' t hear the rest of what he said. Calette' s sister ran after him, but she searched and searched and found him nowhere. It was not in the luxurious lobby of the hotel. Neither in the living rooms nor in the parking lot across the street. I' d be reading in some bathroom while she was
looking for him until his feet were beat. He was about to knock on the door of the men' s room, but the sign at another nearby door caught his attention. It said his costume hit, Kiele and Greek. Maybe he was there. When he realized the door wasn' t locked, he entered the place. He seemed to have suffered a catastrophe in coconut- coating bases, giant bags of chips and shoes scattered all over the ground. A pile of clothes occupied all the space to sit on a small sofa and
calette was not in sight. He spotted an open door on the wall at the bottom and made his way through the chaos to see that there was on the other side and he ran out of breath. Bride' s dress hung from the bar, from the curtain of a large window. The white cloth of Gaza caught the soft light perfectly, not knowing what it was doing. He walked me slowly through the dressing room and passed his fingers through the elegant
skirt. He doubted that at some point he could wear something so beautiful even at his own wedding, if he ever got married. I had heard whispers that it was a berwane dress and that it was worth about ten thousand dollars. But while I was there in that room I did it occurred to you that maybe I could wear a dress like that and I didn' t have to get married to do it? I could wear that same dress at the same time I would do it quickly just to know what it felt like and
then I would continue looking for calette around the hotel. No one would know. He lowered the zipper of his green dress and let it fall at his feet before taking off his shoes and sighed. When his swollen feet were horizontal on the carpet. He had not put on a bra under the dress and
chills climbed his bare breasts wearing nothing but his panties. He stretched out his hand toward the hanger of the garment, and put on tiptoes and stretched his arm as far up as possible, higher, higher, but the tips of his fingers could not reach him. Just as I was taking the urge to jump, the door in the other room opened, it wasn' t the bride. He' d change his dress. Again he stood still and held his breath. O O O O O O O O O O O S O s O s NS telos toured the room who it was. You heard
a pop and a cysseus. When the person opened a soda can and the steps came a little closer. No. No. No. No. No. They' d surprise her in panties. Covering his breasts with his arms, he took a look around his rest of the panic. There was no way out just a closet. Without thinking too much, he ran to him and locked himself inside the closet door. It was like a window, so I could look through the slats and get a good view of the room. Tap tap tap. The steps sounded heavy male. The groom was a hotel
employee. Which could be more humiliating. Knowing his bad luck, he had to expect the worst. Calette walked into the room She pressed my forehead against the door of the defeated closet. Evidently it was him. Calette looked around and sat on an empty armchair in front of the closet. After drinking a sip of her coke tail, she leaned on the ground next to her feet and continued reading the article from the spaceship and the alien demon on the cover.
She almost groaned at frustration. He couldn' t keep hiding in the closet waiting for him to finish reading, because he was just reading to wait for her. I' d have to go out and explain what happened to her. How could I tell him without him bursting into laughter? Calet took her can of tail, but when she was about to drink her gaze fell on something is I followed her look and saw the dress and shoes she had left on the floor. Did you recognize them? Oh, I wasn'
t tying up. He had no choice. I had to go out and explain. She leaned her palms against the closet door, preparing to push it, but Calette suddenly stood up and bowed her head to one side as if she were listening to something and at that time she heard it too. A few stride steps in the adjoining room were getting closer and closer. A deaf blow was heard as if someone had bumped into the wall a moaning. Calette stepped away from the door and glanced at the window before her gaze lay in
the closet. Another deaf blow against the wall The steps became more intense. Another moaning in three long heatts crossed the room and suddenly opened the closet. He was shocked when he saw her, but there was no time to stay there surprised, so he locked himself in the closet with her just as a couple walked through the door scene nine naked. That was the only thought Kai
' s brain was able to produce naked. He had looked at her for less than a second before locking himself in the closet, but had enough to see him. Almost all bare shoulders breasts that threatened to overcome the cage of his arms. Narrow waist wide hips and cotton panties with a tiny ribbon in the middle. Delete, delete, erase, squeezed your eyes while trying to erase the image from your mind, but that made the sounds on the other side of the closet sound louder, heavy breaths, kiss sounds, wet,
hands on fabrics, the sound of pants. Opening up with a ciri and shit, they were doing what he thought they were doing. He looked through the wooden slats and saw the couple intertwined on the ground. I didn' t know the woman, but her blond hair catalogued her as a friend of the family. The man' s curly Afro and red jacket made it impossible to confuse him with anyone other than his cousin ban than him. Maybe now he was trying to go after his fourth marriage. Kay had no idea how
that look worked for her cousin, too. The two groaned simultaneously before their bodies began to twist rhythmically. Shit, Kay turned her attention away from the closet door, but then she stared at Esme. Once again, the light fell on his soft skin in tempting stripes, delineating the length of his neck, the curves of his breasts. Yes rule number six, He covered his eyes with one hand and wished to be anywhere else in the world. I ' d had enough to make up for Andy, make people cry and wish
Esme. The Antarctic would be a good change of peak airs, glacial mountains, expanses of immaculate snow. The feeling of emptiness of tranquility, the smallness of the human being. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Kai' s concentration shattered and whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, he dropped his hand from his eyes Guaui really what the hell was being done go out there a suffocated sound. He caught his attention before he could spy on the couple again and realized that the eme shoulders were shaking as he laughed against the palm of his hand. He assumed the situation must be funny,
but he never laughed at her. He' d pulled an arm off his chest and he' d swear he almost saw one of his nipples. I wasn' t sure, as there were many shadows, but there was a dark sector of hell. I was in hell. He stared at the wall making his best attempt not to react to the pornographic situation that was developing both outside and inside the closet. But it was impossible for him. The moaning of women continued to increase their intensity. Maybe it was making me those sounds.
I wish he didn' t say cool, but something else, like maybe his name. His entire body was tense before thought and his skin became hypersensitive. His pulse was accelerated and he tried to put more space between them, but the side of the closet prevented him from doing so. There was no escape how long that could last. Was Van and his girl trying to break some world record? In the end, the sounds reached a horrifying growth
and then quieted down. Van staggered to his feet and helped his partner join. They hoisted their clothes more by having an uncomfortable conversation and disappeared. What waited for sixty seconds before opening the closet door and leaving took a breath and the air smelled like no. I wouldn' t think it smelled like air. An involuntary chill went through him. He followed him out of the closet with blushing cheeks, reaching a fantastic lobster tone and headed for his dress and
shoes. He said that they had found him familiar with turning his back on him and esme stood in the middle of his dress and pulled up a woman ' s back. It was not one of the restricted parts mentioned in the footnotes, so it was allowed to be observed, but it still seemed to her that she was violating them. The curve of the base of his column was one of the most elegant things he' d ever seen.“ You never help me,” she asked, looking over his shoulder. The feet
fell took him so far on his own. While his heart was pounding on his ears, he clumsily zipped it, threw it along the attractive line of his back and covered his perfect skin. When it was over, she turned around and the eyes of both of them met. He wanted to try me on Bride' s dress whispered, but I couldn' t get to him. What' s up took a look at Bride' s dress, hanging from the curtain bar. Yeah, she was definitely too short for that.
You want me to put it down for you a smile It was drawn on Esme' s face one of those smiles that took away their breath, overwhelmed the mind and made their eyes look greener. He had provoked that smile and that certainty. He made a warm sensation spread all over his body. Better than dressing in a big sweater fresh out of the dryer.“ Why are you smiling,” he asked. Esme' s smile became wider. You didn' t laugh why I should have. She raised a shoulder where you
' d been. I' ve been looking all over for you, I ' ve been out walking to clear my head. I' m not good with people and the banquet hall and the hotel had been overwhelming. Once he realized that it was what was missing, he had begun to detect all the places where he should have been endy looking for a drink at the bar with the wedding godparents next to Calette.“ I am not either,” replied Esme. That was a revelation so that there, when he looked at her,
her imperfections jumped into view. For the first time, one of his eyebrows was more arched than the other. His nose wasn' t as right as he had thought. There, on the left side of his neck was a tiny birthmark. It wasn' t a photo retouched magazine photograph with photoshop. She was a real person, imperfect and strangely that made her more beautiful. He was also intelligent in his rare and particular way and had a sense of justice that was in tune with his own. She was not at all
what he had expected at first. It took me a step towards it. When he bit his lower lip. Cay' s eyes recorded every movement fascinated by how his white teeth squeezed bright red skin. What would happen if he bowed and kissed her. She' d let him. What it would be like if they joined their mouths, how it would be to feel those red
lips against their own to delve into it. There something slid softly against her cold, unexpected, unpleasant hand what a demo and there she instinctively leaped back too fast and violent, and she jumped and looked back with her eyes wide open the hundreds apologized as she carried her hand to her chest. She had touched him perhaps to hold hands and he had frightened her. I hated scaring
people. The explanations were sharpened in his tongue, but he didn' t know where to begin He didn' t even know if he should bother to give them what it meant. After summer they would never see each other again. The footprint of the brush remained on the skin of shinning and unpleasant kai, and he knew from experience that the sensation would not disappear the next day. The light frictions provoked that and it was worse when someone took it by
surprise, as she had done. If I had warned you or touched you in the right way, then perhaps sasas will shake your head before your thoughts. Perhaps there would be no incident a while before with Sara had confirmed that he was not destined to establish relationships and for that reason he could not incite the frictions. What would happen, for example, Yes, if they both explored that attraction between them and she fell in love with him, it would
be an awfully irresponsible act. For your part. It wasn' t like that. He could never reciprocate that love and would only end up hurting her. He would never want to do that. She had to be happy when she rubbed her hand against her pants making an effort to mitigate the sensation. She watched the movement with tight lips. If you want to eat cake and dance, I can wait for you here. He wouldn' t go with
her. I had had enough of that banquet hall and maybe it was a cowardly attitude on her part, but I didn' t want to keep watching Sara cry. Let' s not go. She gave him a smile and left the room with determination as they walked through the luxurious halls of the hotel with determined steps. Kay was fully aware that Esme did not support her hand in the elbow hole of her arm. She kept a convenient distance between them
and he could not decipher whether he was disappointed or relieved. The truth was that he had not liked what he had done before, but this displeased him even more. The ground rumbled with low and accompanied tones when they passed by the doors facing the banquet hall, where the celebration was taking place had begun the dance. That meant dinner was over. The guests had already eaten the cake full of fruits, the speeches were over and the wedding was almost over.
Andy had missed everything. He should have been there. He' d probably have been one of the best men at the wedding, but he' d certainly have been a member of the bridal courtship. He would have sat next to Kay during the ceremony and the reception would have given a speech that would have embarrassed Sarah and made everyone laugh and at that very moment he would have been in there dancing, because it was Sara' s wedding and he was that kind of brother. The fact that he wasn' t there dancing,
so Cai' s lungs and feet felt heavy. He pulled his shirt back because he was strangling him. At least now I knew it was wrong. It was his sense of order. Things weren' t in the right place. It was very important for things to be in the right place. When they returned to the Casa de Calet, he again park next to the Esme wax wondered why he did not like to use the garage, but he did not want to mention the issue. I couldn' t forget the way
he had cleaned the rub off his hand. Why he had been so upset. She had seen that look in her eyes, the one men adopted when they wanted to kiss you. She knew that look or thought she was doing it at the time. All she wanted was for her to kiss her, she hadn' t stopped to think about marriage, visa, or finding a father for her daughter. She had been absorbed by the intensity of her eyes
and the attraction that always pushed her toward him. She had wanted to feel his mouth above his, to be near him to meet him, but he had set her aside. While I was showering and getting ready to go to bed. His eyes were filled with tears several times, but he did not cry. She' d been turned down before. They were nothing new. It just meant what I should keep trying. He could definitely do it,
he wouldn' t give up with determination. He put on his favorite shirt, crossed the bathroom and opened the door to Calet' s room as if it were his own. He sat on a elbow and frowned. While a long lock was moving away from his eyes. The sheets slipped down and revealed her definite chest and athletic abdomen. What a handsome man before he could make up an excuse to drive her away. She boldly went to the empty half of her bed and lay down challenging him. His shirt cooperated and exposed one
of his shoulders and a large part of his neckline. He looked at her, saw him look and, as he had his attention, raised his arms and gathered his hair over his head away from his neck. The movement made the neck of his shirt slide even further down scandalously. Downstairs. The cold air grazed a large expanse of her chest and she did not cover herself, even though the heart beat Galope. Adam de Calette' s nut moved when he swallowed saliva hard before he went to bed and turned his back on it
and contained a smile of satisfaction. Calette wasn' t immune, she didn ' t want to admit it, but he liked what she saw. Thanks to the radiance of the bath lamp, she calculated that the distance between them should be exactly one arm. He worked all day to keep the companies at that distance and then at home he did the same with them both. If she tried hard, she' d find a way to shorten the scene.
Ten Kai awoke on Sunday thanks to the brilliant lusolar that leaked through the waves windows and the incessant trine of the singing birds, which were probably the same ones who defecated regularly on his car. He had believed that he would not be able to keep an eye all night, but while lying there cursing Esme his breasts and his body' s response to her fell asleep and slept smoothly until the next morning. I' d be tired because I hadn' t
even noticed. When he got out of bed, his side was empty, but the sheets were very wrinkled. When he reached them with his hand, he felt them cold, it seemed that he had long since left I wished that he was not raising his underwear or cutting the lawn with desk scissors. However, instead of going out to look for it and perform damage control. He took the esme pillow and buried his face in it. I smelled of Clothes, clean Champuy. To her the aroma was mild, but Lord recognized
soft and sweet light. She had spent the night there on her bed, in her space with him and had left a part of it there. Kai allowed himself to take a deep breath and aspirate his scent once more and then again before he felt disgusted with himself and got out of bed and what smelled. Well, whatever it was, it drove him crazy. Once she had finished her usual morning routine, she went to the kitchen, where she expected to find her, eating honeycombs, cooking or disorganizing her fridge, but she
was not there. Kai opened the sliding glass doors of the kitchen and went out into the backyard for the first time since he had moved. There was nothing but dead grass and a lot of land where that tree had been. There weren' t even the roots left and all the weeds were gone. I had to admit that she had done a great job, where she had gone. She didn' t work on Sundays, so her mother couldn'
t have come looking for her. And it' s not like I was ever gonna do it, because I could just call and make him take her. Perhaps he had left it to me, he had wanted it all week, but now that perhaps it had happened, he was not as relieved as I thought he would be. But why would he want to stay After what happened The night before, he had made his cousin cry at his own wedding and then he had scared to esme when she had tried to hold him by
the hand. He had no doubt shown why he should be just a sigh of grief. She escaped from her lungs, came back inside and searched her room. He was not there, but if his suitcase, his stomach, relaxed and cursed himself in every way he knew. Why the hell was he relieved that she didn' t leave shit, she must be getting used to it. I didn' t want to get used to her. He put his feet in his shoes and walked to the front porch to look for it.
The weather was warm and sunny and it was still too early for it to be humid. Those birds who sang were probably laughing because they had left something new for him in his wipe for Brisas. The garden was only partially clear, but it was already a great improvement. He made a rutia grin must have been euphoric. Pink, peach- colored begonias bloomed in perfect shrubs in the well- kept garden across Ruth Street. Sometimes he gave them to the neighbors. He had seen it do none for him, of course,
but he was fine. He didn' t want his damn begonias esme was not in sight. He came down from the porch to see if he was hiding between his house and that of the neighbor, and at that moment he saw something. The garage door was open. He felt a flood of nausea. His breathing was shortened and his palms sweated because the garage door was open. He ran to the waiter empty space and reality hit him like a fist in the stomach. He had disappeared and also when he took it out,
a horrible truth fell on him I was about to die. Esme loved the Asian food store ninety- nine ranch as if they had taken a tiny part of their home and planted it across the ocean. The employees were all Chinese, but the food was familiar to him. I knew that smell of fish. I was very excited to eat those spicy tamarind sweets I had found in the cash register sector. Once in line. The process was quick and easy. He gave the employee a twenty note and he returned the change without uttering
the word. No translation was required. They all fit in there. He went outside with his bags and admired the blue motorcycle that was parked near the store. She had squealed with joy when she had discovered it. It was a while ago. During the previous week I had passed by that door in the kitchen of calette without checking that there was on the other side, I had been too busy, cleaning and devising ways to get into the heart and
in the pants of calette. However, that same morning he had accidentally moved the knob after having been confused with the pantry door and had not been able to enter because it was closed after running the latch, had turned on the lights and discovered a spacious empty garage, except for something that was in the
middle covered with a tarp. Judging by the size and shape, he had suspected it was a motorcycle and when he lifted the tarp he had not been disappointed transport, as he did not want to have to beg to be carried. Every time he wanted to go somewhere he stayed home. However, he didn' t like feeling trapped and abandoned every time Calet needed to go somewhere. Without it there was a local bus circuit, but it was intimidating and
probably slow because of different routes and connections. A motorcycle, on the other hand, could take her directly anywhere she wanted. It didn' t matter if she was a little scratched and punched. When the keys were turned on in a timely manner, it was switched on immediately. He had hurried to take his bag and close the door and then had gone out, while weighing his chances, the ways in which he could surprise Calet and make him addicted
to her. The first thing that had occurred to him had been food. I could cook you something fresh and nutritious like potty bladder soup. Feeling hopeful and cautiously happy, she kept her purse and freshly purchased supplies, including twenty swim bladders on the back of the motorcycle, put her helmet on and left. He felt something special in the air as he drove back the houses and
the shops looked prettier and the lawn looked greener. When he turned on the central highway and headed west he saw giant pine trees bordering the road and populating the central division separating the lanes back and forth from the traffic. It was curious how those tall trees made her feel despite it immense inside, where it really mattered smiled as she passed out after exit. I' d be home soon, where I' d make Calette lunch. Then I' d finish
cleaning the front garden. Now that I had a bike, I could go buy things like grass seeds and fresh flowers. It could make the garden look beautiful when Calette' s exit was approaching it lit the intermitter on the right. However, before he could change lanes, a silver car coming in the other direction shaved until it stopped in the connet. The tires gnashed and the smoke rose from the asphalt. He looked like Calet' s car in an alarming way, and when the door opened, a man came out who couldn
' t do anything but him to get down. He heard him scream right now. Despite the roar of his bike' s engine, his heart jumped into his throat and his mouth dried up like cotton. He was a cop now, what trouble he might have gotten himself into. He slowed down and toiled. It had alongside the central division, as Calette had done. He ran towards her at low speed from the fast motorcycle as soon as he got close enough for her to record the terror of her face. Usually quiet,
he started shaking me. Something bad had to happen with the motorcycle. I ' d be about to explode. She began to lower the leg of the motorcycle with trembling foot, but before she managed to do so, Calet held her by the arms and lifted her from the seat. The motorcycle fell on its side and caused all its things to be scattered over the stones and the grass. Caleta was totally undressed and her face was a mask of fury.
She had never imagined that he could get angry like that without stopping to breathe. Calet said why you used the bike. I never told you you could do it. The tremor got worse until it became paralysed. I' m sorry. I only went to him drove her through the lawn towards his car. Come on, but I bought food. He' s fallen everywhere and the bike will be stolen by someone. I' m gonna take her back to no. The touches ordered him once she had sat in the car.
Calette passed him the seatbelt, locked him up, and then pulled him to make sure he was firm. She shrunk when he slammed the door and after he turned the car around and threw himself over the seat, he cleared his throat and said my purse, my money is all there and I need it. Calette jumped out of the car and crossed the central division to lean next to the motorcycle, but instead of taking the support bag, pressed a fist
against his forehead and stayed like this for the long time. The cars passed him at full speed. One slowed down and then accelerated to move away. Another driver lowered the window and asked him if he needed help. Calette shook her head and responded with a sharp tone. No thanks. As the car moved away, he stretched out his arm, turned the key to the motorcycle and then kept it in his pocket. Then he recovered the esme bag and
returned to the car. The journey back home lasted two minutes. He told me because he spent the whole trip looking at the clock and waiting for him to talk, but the garage wasn' t empty, although as always, he parked by the sidewalk. He followed me to the front door without knowing what to do. When he opened, she came in and took off her shoes waiting for him to do the same, but calette turned on her heels and started walking down the street to go get her bike. He assumed I
would accompany you, he asked, there was no answer. He simply continued to walk with his shoulders firm and his back straight as a murderer willing to fulfill his last mission. She watched him until he disappeared around the corner and then closed the door and leaned against her. His heartbeat slowed gradually, but
his face remained warm with a mixture of humiliation and confusion. He shouldn' t have used the motorcycle without permission, but he was so generous with the rest of his stuff that she didn' t think there was any trouble. Why it had been a problem, why he kept it in the garage and didn' t use it. There was enough space there, both for his motorcycle and for his car, why he parked it outside and why he had been so angry no matter the reasons. She had to make up for it
and could begin to do so immediately. He went to the garage, took the ladder he had seen before and took it to the front porch. There were so many leaves covering the gutter that he was worried that it would fall and hit someone. The head was also in very bad shape. After placing the ladder as stable as he could, he climbed up to it and threw handfuls of leaves on the ground. He had managed to clean up a good part of the gutter. When Calette came walking with the bike aside, she
put it back in the garage and went in her direction. He carried the plastic bags full of food, hanging by his fingers next to his body, but dropped them to the ground and approached in a hurry to hold the ladder. Before you look at her with a frown. What are you doing? She threw another handful of leaves on the ground. There' s a lot of low leaves. He ordered firmly, it' s not safe, but I' m not finished. Now wait a bit The words came out louder
than she expected, and one of her feet slipped. He staggered for an endless second, but managed to hold on to the gutter and avoid falling with his face glued to the dirty metal. He whispered a thanks to the sky and Buddha the fall would have broken his ass, please come down Now he said in a monotonous and cold tone. The instant her feet touched the ground, Calet placed the ladder on the side and put it back in the garage. She raised her hands and followed him why you do that I' m
not done. He still had a lot of gutter left to clean up and hated leaving a job in half. Without thinking about it, he held it on his shoulder and said Ancalette put it back on. Calet turned instantly and passed an arm through her chest so that she could rub the shoulder she had touched. You have to stop all this. I' ll do it later when I' m done You won' t finish anything. You have to stop, you understand, you have to stop. The lower lip of ezme
trembled at its slow and exaggerated pronunciation. You don' t need to talk to me like that. I know what you mean. Galetti made a sound of frustration. You don' t. You' ve been rearranging my stuff ridiculously, cutting trees with steak knives, touching that bike, touching me. All that has to stop. I can' t live like this. When he realized the meaning of what he was saying, he dropped my ridiculous shoulders. She repeated it in English. That didn' t sound right. He
buried his hands in his hair. Yes, he looked at me in the garden almost clear and wiped his dirty hands with his pants, while his heart contracted and his face reddened ridiculously. If she were more sophisticated, she would know what that meant and think about it, probably not something very sophisticated to do gardening or cleaning the house or any of the things she did is me
the accountant. I certainly hired people to do those jobs, but the real esme, the peasant woman and who always smelled like fish sauce, just wanted to be useful and I hadn' t thought about how that would look. She' d been embarrassing him and herself all that time. I' ll stop doing it. He forced himself to say truly asked Calette and sounded so hopeful that he was further hurt by pride. He nodded to me I promise
I won' t do it anymore. I would have shook his hand, but he had included touching him on the list of things he wasn' t supposed to do. She wiped her palms back in her pants, but something told him that what he disliked was not something she could remove by cleaning scene eleven ridiculous definition, which can move the mockery or absurd mockery definition in absurd Vietnamese to ridiculous Anzy. She' d show him how ridiculous he was.
On Monday esme began to consider interactions with restaurant customers as a way to practice the language. He had to get better, so he forced himself to talk to them. Even though he felt like a water buffalo moaning in the field, he asked them how they were doing the day played with their lovely children who reminded him of Jade recommended new dishes. At first, he found it
unnatural and uncomfortable. However, except for an unpleasant woman who blanked her eyes and mocked her behind her back, the customers didn' t seem to care too much and after a while it even became a fun practice. When he was cleaning tables after lunchtime, he discovered that his practices had earned him generous tips. It meant that people liked it. When she was talking to them, she couldn' t help but laugh a little. Maybe he was a
charming buffalo. After all, you' ve improved quickly. He said a familiar voice in English. Es Me gave way and saw Miss Aco sitting at her usual table, eating enthusiastically and distractedly a few fried rolls wrapped in lettuce
while she corrected more exercises. She was about to respond in Vietnamese, but Esme held back She wasn' t trying to get me to meet Miss Cut She might as well practice with her.“ Thank you,” she said without raising her eyes from her papers,“ the lady coconutd” I thought I' d see you in my class last week. I don' t need classes. Some people had to cope with what they had. Miss Cos shook her head and continued to correct her red pen scribbled quickly. You'
d get a lot better with some classes. Sme bit her lip with frustration. He knew that he would do well to attend class and also loved high school and teachers and raised his hand to participate very much in studies He had always been good at it until he had to abandon them disappointing everyone. I have to save money admitted to my family. The lady looked impatiently and took a brochure from her purse. It is not expensive take while I was reading
carefully the prices that were surprisingly reasonable. Miss co continued the hard part is finding time. You have time, I don' t need his voice. It dried up before I could say I needed to spend time with calette. The truth was, he didn' t want to spend time with her. I' d made it very clear. A section of the brochure listed the classes offered at the institute, and one of them immediately called his attention to accounting. A rare tingling sensation spread through his veins and hit the list.
I can attend this one. Miss Co supported her red pen and read the words marked with a broad smile. You want to be an accountant. I think you' d make a great accountant. He frowned at me without believing it at all. In fact, the commentator almost bothered her by holding the brochure high. He asked I can keep this. Of course, I brought it for you. Thank you. He carefully folded the brochure in half kept
it in the pocket of his apron and kept working. The small table shook as it cleaned it and had to lessen the force before all the seasonings fell to the ground. The young lady who had spoken as if she really could be an accountant one day, but she knew it was impossible. It was bad taste to put dreams like that in someone' s head. The best thing I could hope for was to make almost accounting and, luckily, for
her that could be enough to win Calette. In the next two weeks, he put things back on the street in the original order and started taking the bus back home. He imagined that she would also be doing the night shift at her mother' s restaurant should have been happy to have the evenings for herself again. Her home no longer smelled of fish sauce because of her cooking and seasoning, but dinner was not the same without her strange chatter and enthusiasm.
To be honest, now his nights felt like the house was empty. He, even if Vietnamese pop music is loud. He could not concentrate on his work or television and watched the clock very often as he waited for her to walk through the door. She still shared the bed with him, but turned her back and stayed very close to the edge, as far away from him as possible. Sometimes Kay was worried that she would fall Other times she wanted me to do it that way. I' d have an excuse to
tell him to come a little closer. That night. It was almost ten thirty o' clock at night and she hadn' t come home yet. In general, I was already in a challenge to leave for that hour and Kai' s stomach contracted. He considered calling her or sending her a message, but hated that kind of mobile utilities. Out at about ten and forty - five o' clock at night, he could no longer contain himself. He opened his contact list and searched Smeté' s phone number. His thumb
was lurking over the call button. When his phone vibrated with an incoming call from Esmeté he accepted the call immediately and took the phone to the Ear Hello hello. It' s me, but you know that doesn' t appear on your phone. He said laughing, Kai shook his head why he was talking so fast. Yeah, I know it' s you I' m sorry, yeah, I woke you up, I' m not on a river date again and it cleared your throat. I was just calling to tell you I' m gonna be late, okay, bye, and then he
hung up. That was it. No explanation, nothing, and why he had mentioned the quotations. He had never imagined it with another man, but now he was doing it and that thought irritated him to the fullest. Tightening your teeth. The phone called her. She sounded and rang and rang really just talking to her how it could be hello, she said, above the sound that was heard in the background. There were a lot of people talking at the same time, and that was a crying baby where you are.
I' ll call you back later. They just said my name. Wait where you are at the doctor. I' ll call you later. I have what felt a tight chest that left him breathless, what a doctor, where why in the clinic that is next to the Asian store. But I ' m fine, it' s just a wound. I have to leave you bye for the second time that night, she hung up the call a wound. He ran to the door and jumped into the car. He hugged his chest while a woman made comforting sounds for her baby, who kept whining
and walked around the waiting room. The baby' s face was red and swollen due to several minutes of uncontrolled crying and made Esme' s arms wish to hold their own daughter. Haden had never been so ill, fortunately, but it is mesí remembered when the fever and pain had reached their peak and she had had to tell Jade to stay away so that he would not catch it. And Jade had burst into tears, don' t cry Esme had told her, I' m not crying because I' m afraid to get
sick. His daughter had answered him. I' m crying because I love you Esme' s nostalgia for her child became intolerable and would have offered to carry the baby of that stranger, if not for her ankle, which was swollen, twice her normal size and she was resting between a pillow and an ice bag. When Cavara rushed through the waiting room door, her body became rigid. It would have seemed more logical to see a ghost what he was
doing there, why he had come. When she crossed the room and bowed in front of her, frowning at her ankle, she didn' t know what to think.“ I would yell at him what happened,” Calette asked. The doctor saw what you said. I twisted it on the stairs. The doctor thinks it' s a sprain. He' s waiting for the X- ray. Calette lifted the ice bag from her swollen ankle and her face contracted even more. You can move your foot when she moved it, he added up and down, on one side and on the other.
A door opened with a squeak and a nurse called her Esmeralda Tran Esme stood up and set out to limp to the exploration room, as she had done before. However, before her injured foot could touch the floor of the room, she turned around and was held by Calette' s arms as a film heroine. You don' t have to. I can walk a lot of weight said tense. He blanked his eyes and followed the nurse through the corridors. You don' t weigh, nothing. You' re a tiny human
being. I' m not a tiny human being. He wasn' t able to seem angry. He was holding firmly and breathing without difficulty. It made her feel safe and small. He loved it at home. Her mother and grandmother always asked her to take things down from the top shelf or carry heavy packages, because she was much more heavy than they were. However, Calette didn' t think it was. You can sit her down here. The nurse pointed to the paper- covered stretcher and as she left the room,
she told me that you have her great boyfriend. The doctor will be here soon boyfriend. The nurse disappeared before either of them could correct it and once Calette had left it on the stretcher, she fixed her gaze on the sheets of bones and muscles on the wall Thank you for making an ace gesture to his ankle that Caleta had carefully supported on him stretcher. He shrugged and sat on a chair that was against the wall You shouldn' t support him for a while. It doesn' t hurt so much at the time.
Before, however, it had hurt terribly. She thought it was broken and panicked. I had clearly failed Caletti. If she couldn' t work, Carolla would send home early She couldn' t leave. He still had to look for his father. Rubbing one arm with discomfort. He asked why you came. He gave her a look of bewilderment You' re hurt Something fell apart in her heart. She swerved the decalet' s face and stared at her hands on her lap. He had come to be with her. It
was something new for her as a child. Everyone had expected me to take care of herself. Her mother and grandmother were always busy working and if she got hurt or got sick, the best thing she could do was to squeeze her teeth and deal with them alone. That was even more necessary now that she had Jade, so when she put the ice bag on her ankle, she felt more careful than she had ever been. I' m fine, he assured me that I hope you heard a little knock on the door and
the doctor came in. Same as before. It was extremely handsome dark features height above average and had an Indian name that she couldn' t pronounce Nabneel something had an X- ray on her hands good news. Esmeralda. There ' s no fracture. If you keep him blindfolded and apply heaven to him, you should be better off. In a couple of weeks. Esme' s body loosened from the great relief. Thank you very much. It'
s been a pleasure. The doctor dedicated a white- toothed smile to him while he took a presentation card from his pocket and handed it to Esme. No follow- up visit is necessary, as it is not a serious injury. However, if you ever want to see me off schedule with pleasure, I' ll take another look at your ankle. He accepted the card and turned it over to see another phone number. Scrambled on the back. When he looked back at his face, he winked at him at the time,
and Calet stood up and the doctor' s eyes enlarged. When she observed her height, dark clothing and intense presence that made her think of murderers and bodyguards, I had not seen her.“ The doctor apologized for what he meant by off- schedule,” Calette asked, with his usual serious tone. The doctor swallowed saliva. I meant whenever she wants. He backed back to the door. That was it. I' ll send the nurse to sell her ankle with one last tense smile. He retired from the office.
Calet frowned at the door as it closed and took a roll of bandage that the doctor had forgotten. I' ll do it. I know how to do it. She was surprised to lift her leg and pass the bandage over and over again around her ankle and the arch of her foot. He did so firmly, though without causing him pain. Warm calet fingers were careful against the cold skin of his calf, ankle, and sole, causing chills to climb up his leg. When he ran out of breath, he looked at
her. We' re tight now. She was too distracted to respond. He was touching his horrible feet and he wasn' t turning away or wiping his palms with his pants. Instead, I was holding her like she was something beautiful. It was an intoxicating feeling to have her wonderfully fully centered on her, even though it was only about her ankle, late she replied no, it is not too crowded. He again focused his attention on his ankle and the edges of the business card were nailed to the skin of esme.
As she clenched her fingers, she wanted to touch her face, the taciturnal lines of her profile, the forehead, the jaw, the outlined bridge of her nose, and those lips that cried for a kiss.“ That should suffice,” Caleti said. When she withdrew her hands, she saw that she had bandaged her ankle with great skill and had secured the end with a metal loop or stopped feeling her toes, let me know and I will loosen your bandage. OK. Thanks, Ann You' re ready, we can
go. She felt and passed her legs over the edge of the stretcher trying to stand up, but once again, he held her in arms and charged her to leave the room. I can walk whispered It' s better if you don' t. I don' t mind taking you in your arms. He didn' t protest her. She didn' t mind me taking her either. No one' s ever carried her like this since she was a kid. However, as they walked through the clinic, his hands were in tight fists and arms. I couldn' t forget how he had reacted
every time she had touched him before. He didn' t want to spoil the moment or surprise him and let him drop it after he went down for a moment at the reception to pay for his consultation. She didn' t know how much it cost, because she gave her credit card to the receptionist before he could see me. The calet receipt took her outside and put her in the half- sleep car. He watched the lights flashing as he drove home. Then he broke the silence on which stairs you found yourself when you
fell. There' s none in my mother' s restaurant. Faced with that question, I felt an adrenaline rush and a cold sweat bathed her skin. Stairs across the street that don' t ask any more questions, please, those of the Adult Institute. He tried to sink me into his seat and passed his fingers through the doorknob. I like your car which model is a cork nine hundred eleven turbo that per ché repeated. That' s a very nice name. He shrugged his shoulders and answered, I guess he did.
He relaxed my muscles. He had managed to distract him, but when he parked in front of his house he didn' t get out of the car right away what you were doing in adult school. She turned around in her seat and moved her legs. He felt wet clothes under his arms and his hair stuck to his neck. All his efforts would be in vain if he discovered it you were before he could complete the question. She opened the door and got out of the car. He' d been limping a quarter
of the way. When the car blew out a beep and calm approached him from behind. You shouldn' t, he said let me take you inside. It wasn' t necessary. Her ankle was already much better, but she nodded anyway, he handed her the keys and carried her as if she were a tiny human being. After she opened the door for him, Calet brought her in and she enjoyed her closeness. If he leaned a little further, he could kiss him, although that would probably startle him no kissing,
no rubbing. However, he felt a tingling in the fingertips from the desire to lightly caress the budding beard of his jaw and the strong muscles of his neck. What it would be like to get your fingers through your hair. The locks were thicker and darker than her hair, and some of the irregular curls fell behind her jaw. She stopped touching them. You have to cut your hair. He gave her a look of irritation. I know I can
do it. I know how I used to cut my hair My cousins, I' m good with sore shirts, he said, but then he held his breath. Cutting his hair at home was too ordinary for him. Maybe he shouldn' t have offered. He paused in the lobby and stared at her. You' d cut my hair. Of course, you have to do it in a certain way. Show me a picture. If I follow a model, I can do it. He seemed to want to say something else. However, he carried her to her room and after lying her on
the couch asked you to cut my hair tomorrow morning. Please, she bit her lip, but that didn' t prevent her from drawing a broad smile on her face. I' d love to. Caleta felt great. Thank you, how you' d like it. You have a photograph. He passed a hand through his hair. I' ll let you decide the style. I just want it shorter. I can choose. Yes, of course, Calette smiled slightly, put her hands in her pockets, walked around the
room for no purpose and stopped by the desk. A reflective look pierced his face and took something from the desk. A photograph of the father of who she is. He stared at his injured ankle and moved his toes my mother and father. Calette dipped her eyebrows and looked at her. He went to see what I read. She took a breath and then breathed out. I think so, but I' m not sure. I don' t know him. Ah Calette turned the photograph to inspect the back, but she knew
there was nothing written there. You think if we go there, they could help me find him and see what law she asked She nodded. He shrugged. It' s a possibility. Hope burst in the chest of esme we can go tomorrow. After the haircut, Calette hesitated for a moment.“ Yes, okay, we can go,” she replied“ Finally she stood up with so much joy that she wanted to embrace him, but she held back and only smiled. There' s no need for an uncomfortable smile.
It was drawn in his mouth. He walked towards the bathroom connecting his rooms, but stopped with his hand resting on the knob. Remember to remove your bandage when you shower. I' ll sell you back when you' re ready to go to bed It' s okay. When she retired, she took a few moments to admire the bandage on her ankle. It was perfectly done, not too tight or too loose, and the turns were evenly spaced. So this way Calette took care of someone. An image of him taking
care of Jade, pierced his mind. If he wanted it, he could be charming with his little girl, but sme didn' t know for sure if that would happen and he shouldn' t let the idea get into his head. He was just a good person, that' s all. She had been working for it to happen, but she was still herself anyway and surprisingly the experience of her previous life as and was going to be useful to her the next day. So he searched his phone for pictures of film and
music stars and memorized them. The next day I' d make Calette the best haircut of her life. Scene twelve the next morning. It was all ready for me. There was a chair in the middle of the kitchen, sharp scissors leaning on the countertop and broom and shovel were ready for further cleaning. All that was missing was Calettes put her hands together and breathed deeply several times. There was no need to be nervous. She had made numerous haircuts
before. He would do a good job, but what would happen if he didn' t like it and if he got angry because she had ruined his hair. The shower went out and a few moments later, Calete entered the kitchen. He wore black shorts and a black shirt with the phrase I love
taxes in white letters. The sleeves were adjusted around the firm muscles of her forearms and she forced herself to look at her hair before she was completely distracted fresh out of the shower, The moisture was perfect to cut her veil well. He watched the ankle of esme it hurts to stand. We can do this another time. She smiled. He did not seem to notice the hurt feelings, but an injured ankle caught his attention. It' s not much
better Come on He took the back of the chair. He obeyed and put his legs together prepared, acting like a professional, which he wasn' t. He took my scissors, but he interrupted her. I need you to do it in a certain way. You want to see the style I chose for you I can show you. He shook his head. It' s not that. I trust your taste. Maybe he moved his hands up sometimes and down his thighs were in him rabid. Put the scissors down. He was afraid I' d make a mess of him. She didn' t
think I was gonna do it to her. I had chosen something classic and elegant. At least that' s what she thought. I' m autistic and I have some sensory problems. Calette continued as she stared at the wall I had to be touched in a certain way, especially the face and the hair took her gaze to her face. It' s probably better. If he shows you, you could give me one of your hands. He stretched
out his palm and esme approached him. She did not know what Baptist or sensory problems meant, but understood that he was teaching something important to himself. Containing the breath. She slowly lowered her hand, approached, ace drew a little closer until they touched each other. He bit his lip waiting for him to suddenly turn away or make a grimace. Calet' s warm fingers closed around her hand and squeezed her and she felt a wave of warmth. As
they exhaled, they were joining their hands. He cleared his throat. Soft rubbing bothers me and it' s worse when I don' t expect it, so when you cut my hair, I' d appreciate it if you ' d touch me firmly. Thus, he took the hand of esme between his and pressed her palm against her chest, holding his hands on hers. He seemed calm, firm, competent as ever, but his heart beat wildly under the palm of esme. I was nervous. Yes, but not for
the reason she had thought. All those times when I whispered she, he breathed deep and her chest rose too soft and I was unsuspecting. I didn ' t know. She thought they were her rubs. I' ve never imagined they were the touch of anyone you feel if someone touches you so softly. Calette frowned. It' s too nearly painful, but I prefer real pain. It' s hard to describe. If I need to touch you, I should warn you first she asked yes, it' s better to
warn me if I' m unsuspecting. She threw some of her own arm. I can touch your face. He nodded and let his hands loose her hands, but his throat moved when he made an effort to swallow saliva. She carried her fingers to his jaw, but stopped before making contact. You can help me. I didn' t want to do it the right way. Calette' s lips curved with the glimpse of a smile and held her hand to her face as she pressed her cheek against the palm of esme you
don' t have to worry so much. Now I know what' s going on. If we do it together, I can control my reactions. That' s wrong. She asked fearing to move a single finger. It ' s not right. As for my hair, you' d better keep a good strain on the locks while you cut them I don' t mind you pulling hard on them. It doesn' t hurt, but no soft
brushing. Please, no soft rubbings. Es He took his other hand to him, folded his fingers while he hesitated and then passed them through Calette' s wet hair, firmly pressing the tip of his fingers against his scalp. That' s good. When Calette' s eyelids were thirteen of the pleasure and he nodded and esme felt braver. He moved the other hand from his
jaw to his hundred and then towards the line of his hair. How about this whispered well the word escaped like a deep grunt almost rough his hair felt thick and fresh between her fingers. Soft as silk before I realized what I was doing. He was massaging his scalp with slow and wide movements, and he was allowing it. Calette closed her eyes and gave herself to her hands as if she were absorbing them. She breathed slowly and relaxedly if she supported
the palm of her hand against her chest. At that time I was sure that the heartbeat would be calmer and that was up to him. I had. She threw me out of the locks, as she always did, cutting someone' s hair. That' s good. He frowned, but didn ' t open his eyes any louder. So he threw more strongly, but he bit his lip and threw even more fearsomely to hurt him. So, Calet let go of a prolonged sigh. That' s better. She shook her head as she smiled inside. Caleta was a riddle she would never have
solved if he hadn' t taught her how to do it. However, those were the best riddles that no one else could decipher. Now I' ll start cutting. He announced me, he opened his eyes and focused on her. All right. She heard his words and recognized them as a consent to move forward. However, he could not withdraw his hands. I wanted to be close to him. No further. The massages had made his cheeks blush and his dark eyes acquired a drowsy look. She' d never wanted
to kiss her lips so much. The need to kiss him became a wild desire and wanted to climb over his lap and press his body against his and touch, touch, touch. He moved away from him suddenly before doing anything he repented of and took a few seconds to sort out his thoughts. I was just gonna cut her hair. That was it. His words resounded in his head as a reminder. Do you have to stop? What? You understand, you have what to stop? If he wanted anything else, he
' d have to ask him. She wouldn' t. The coldness of the scissors brought her back to the present and her mind sharpened as a surgeon would by taking a well- looked scalpel. Caleta had been very tolerated before her and, in addition, today she would take her to look for her father. Cutting her hair was a good way to return the favor and I wanted to do it right. I' m going to start, he told him after he stood behind him. Ok However, as had happened before,
he had difficulty taking the first step. He couldn' t see her from that position. What would happen if she startled him and ruined everything. Before he began, he held my hand high next to Calette' s left ear. I can put my hand on your hair. Calet looked over her shoulder, gave her a perplexed smile and leaned her hand against her hair before looking forward. Esme' s movements were dubitative at first, but he gained confidence
with each scissors cut. He gathered his hair between his fingers, striving by sea to have the tension very firm, cut off and then passed his fingers over his hair. Before taking another lock, she repeated these movements over and over again and very soon rhythmic nature relaxed her as much as he did. He cut his hair from behind and from both sides and ended up in front
of him with one last move of scissors. A dark lock floated to the kitchen floor is took me a step back to evaluate his work from the distance and transformation. He left her breathless. He had looked handsome before, but that was too much. The short hair left his face clear and highlighted his strong features to the maximum. The girls would jump on her starting with her. If he did not contain himself as it was, he asked, making sure to touch his hair firmly. It took me two strands to see if
the length was the same on both sides. He saw well slamming the scissors handle against his jaws. He let a smile slip to his lips. I ' m good calet He took his phone out of his pocket unlocked it and handed it to her. Azu photo for Ubé and Greek. Please, she ' s the one who controls my hair. It took pictures of me from several different angles. Before returning his phone, he sent his favorite. He ' ll like it. Calet scratched her neck where there were hairs attached to
her skin, while she sent the same photograph to Obé and Greek. We ' ll see, he took the broom and the shovel and had already cleaned half the hair on the floor. When the caletson phone laughed, he showed her the text messages on the screen. Finally, who cut it off for you. Give him fifty percent tip. My little brother' s pretty hot, I guess he likes it. Calette said he smiled at me I told
you he' d like it. Thank you. He smiled back and it was one of his strange royal smiles that narrowed his eyes, shaped dimples on his cheeks and revealed his perfect white teeth throughout the heavens. She wanted to kiss that smile and both dimples. A pure desire spread through his body in electric currents, causing his skin to rise and almost staggered toward him. If she managed to improve her image as an accountant, maybe he would want it too. Calet' s smile faded away. What' s wrong with me
is a bad thing. I want to kiss you she answered without thinking about it when she heard the words that escaped from her mouth an intense blush, tinted her cheeks, turned around and set out to empty the shovel in the trash can. Why did he say that, why did he come close to him? She moved around, sweeping the rest of the hair off the floor. I' m sorry, forget what I said. He threw it all
in the trash can and rushed to keep it broom in the closet. When you want to go and see what law we can get as soon as I eat something and take a shower again, I guess Calette answered by scrubbing her neck. It' s okay. I' ll get ready. He walked away limping down the hall. Wait, you' re not hungry, not food. No. Thank you, Anne, then I' ll find you when it' s time to go. He told us as he passed his hands through his hair. Freshly cut, take your time. She' d
just be in her room trying not to think of him scene thirteen. While Kay was taking esme aber that I read I couldn' t stop thinking about the confession she had made to her. She wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss her, too, but he couldn' t do it. You kissed a woman if you wanted to go out with her and have a relationship, if you wanted to love her and she loved you, if you could love if you kissed a woman and couldn' t fulfill the rest you
were an idiot. It was preferable to masturbate in the shower. I wish, that was an option since I had entered his life. Kay was in a permanent state of excitement and had found no relief, except for what happened by accident. While sleeping to date, she had to get up four times in the middle of the night to change her underwear. She was too humiliating to be twelve years old again and in her dream she was always there and always wore swamps. It' s been a while since I' ve seen
those pants. In particular, he recently wore a pair of blue jins that seemed to be painted on his legs. He didn' t like the fabric, but he wouldn' t have bothered to pass his palms through his thighs to be someone who didn' t like to touch. I spent a lot of time having fantasy about it. When they arrived on campus, he parked as close to the admission office as humanly possible and walked down the sidewalk together. Oh more like he walked She took the doctor. I should have given
you crutches instead of his opportunist phone number. How you feel you need help. It doesn' t hurt that much. His smile was brighter than the long- sleeved yellow shirt he wore. One of the sleeves had a phrase written in orange that said enm geoan geohem his Vietnamese written It was horrible, but he knew enough to translate the phrase as girl Loves boy, Loves girl. Nice concept, the circle of love and all that was a shame that he could never complete it. Let me know if you need to rest,
I can take you there in my arms. She put a lock of hair behind her ear. If you do that, people will think you' re my boyfriend Kai looked at the students who were walking around campus and shrugged and why I should care in that case. It hurts so much. She responded while smiling with satisfaction and limping in an exaggerated way. He knew her enough to know when she was joking, but he held her up. Likewise, he laughed at me and wrapped his arms around him, smiling at him as
his eyes shone in the sunlight. At that time and place, Kay decided that green was her favorite color, but it had to be that specific shade of green sea foamés. I was embarrassed all of a sudden and his hands were closed in fists. I can walk. We' re coming. What made a head gesture towards the large white building that had four huge columns and the name spo ha or engraved on the central double doors. The admissions
office is there. Inside they should have a database of all the students who have attended here, although I do not know if they will give us the information what you want Watching the building nodded me, he climbed up those same stairs. She shook her legs and he let her down. He dedicated a distracted smile to her before renqueando down the stairs towards the building. When they entered, she went through the place with the aim of giving attention and open
mouth. What put his hands in his pockets and left space for Esme to explore. Actually, I didn' t understand his fascination. It was just a building and it wasn' t like his father left a part of it. There good and if I had done so it was very unpleasant. There was no one waiting in the office, so they came straight to the hi counter where I can help them. A boy asked through his huge red- haired beard. He hugged my purse against his chest, moistened his lips and
looked quickly at it before answering with a rehearsed Englishman. My father attended this university a long time ago. Her name' s fel. You could find him for me, please, so I could speak English, only I chose not to do it with him. The boy looked at them both over their glasses in the purple mount. You' re serious He nodded me.“ He doesn’ t know his last name,” the boy asked. She swallowed saliva, shook her head and responded again in English. Not the only
thing that' s his name. Felt Kay turned her head slowly to observe her. He only knew his father' s name Pila. That was surprising and sad. He abruptly reduced his chances of finding him. There' s probably thousands of people here called Fel I' m one of them myself. The boy hit the brooch that had his name fellophellopsen street with his eyebrows. The boy was a fel in two hundred percent, but neither his age nor his complexion fit. She has a photograph sme rushed to her purse and handed
it to the boy twenty- four years ago. He tried to smile, but his lips barely curved before his throat cleared Philip Phillipson offered him a smile of apology. I' d really like to help you, but I' m not authorized to give that kind of information. I' m so sorry, but the studio here insisted. Her. I' m so sorry.
Maybe you should hire a private detective. He suggested that he hugged the photograph against my chest while his eyes were getting glassy and kay wanted to stretch his arm over the counter to force Fel to apologize before he could do so. He walked away from the counter and ran out of the office. He followed her as she moved away from the building, lowered the steps with difficulty and crossed by limping a square to sit next to a circular fountain. He took
a deep breath from me several times. However, from what Kay could see she was not crying, although she might well be doing so, as there was not so much difference with what she was actually doing. A familiar sense of futility took hold of him. I never knew what to do when someone got that sentimental, but I wanted to do something for lack of a better idea. He sat next to her and told her my parents divorced when I
was little. I know my father, but I never see him. She turned to look at him why not again in Vietnamese why he did it. He' s busy with his new family and lives in Santa Ana. He ' s an accountant like me or maybe I' m like he doesn' t know. He rubbed his neck. Maybe it' s best you don ' t know your father. You can always imagine it' s better than
mine. That' s true a smile. Leve looked at his lips, but since he vanished quickly, but I just wanted to meet him, and if I leave without seeing him, I will have wasted this trip and passed a sleeve through his eyes and tried to take more deep breaths, but then his face contracted and his shoulders shook shit. Now I was really crying something very similar to panic. He assaulted him. She couldn' t cry. He had to be happy for both of us, because he didn' t
know how to do it. Kay took one of her hands. Holding hands was good, no, but then she leaned against him and soon he was hugging. As she buried her face against her neck, he Aire escaped from her lungs. She was in her arms turning to him, trusting him as you saw her having a nightmare. It was terrifying, it was wonderful. He didn' t know or do anything but hold her tighter. Students crossed the square, the birds trolled in the trees and blew a gentle breeze.
Sunlight warmed his face. She snuggled even more and noticed the weight of her body on him. He felt her lips on her neck. That used to count as a kiss. Esme turned her face aside and watched it through her wet eyelashes and he rinsed her tears from her cheek with her thumb so soft, so beautiful. Kayle pulled a few wet strands of hair away from her
temples and her lips grew open in an instant everything changed. The wind became velvet and the noise became the intense beat of his heart and the torrent of his blood. The colors became brighter and danced the green of her eyes, the yellow of her shirt, the blue of the summer sky. Everything revolved around the rose in his mouth. He didn' t realize what he was
doing until he saw the tips of his fingers. Scouring the lower lip of esme was a wonderful image to see her skin tanned against her pale face. Her eyes became bright and dreamy and when she crossed her lips with her fingers again, her mouth opened a little more. Kay found herself leaning over her, wishing, wishing, but managed to stop before she broke all her rules. “ You can kiss me,” she said and her voice was a mixture, soft and rough at the same time whenever you want. You can
kiss me. Girl, Love, Boy, Love, Girl, Repeated I fell on her head. He couldn' t love her, he couldn' t make any kind of promise. He had to stay away from her with his eyes fixed on his. She continued You can kiss me and touch me and not marry me. I just want to be with you before I go. His words provoked mixed reactions. Her stomach flipped at the prospect of her
leaving and at the same time the tension left her muscles. She had given her permission and made it very clear that she had no expectation of kissing her was unrelated to dating her or having a relationship or marrying or feeling love. I could just kiss her. If I wanted to, I could kiss her. Cai' s skin turned hot and knew what would happen. I' d kiss Esme now it was inevitable. He caressed her cheek with the back of her hand and a trembling sigh escaped her lips. He had to taste
them. I had to meet them. Now surrounding his face with his hands he approached her. Esmeralda is you, a strong voice with a strong Russian accent. He interrupted them. Oh no, that voice seemed familiar to him. He suddenly moved away from Calette and her heart turned. When his fears were confirmed. It was she hello Angelica Caletes saw the look at the Russian woman Alta and Blonde and I was flooded by a cold sweat. He would
discover that she was a great liar and then consider her inferior. I didn ' t know you had a boyfriend. Angelica Calette said she didn' t correct it. Maybe that meant something, but I didn' t have time to think about it. They needed to leave immediately. Maybe if they rushed Calette she wouldn' t notice anything. That' s who stood up from a jump. We have to go see you later Angelica wanted to hold Calette by the arm and flush with her, but she was afraid to touch him
the wrong way. After a moment of doubt, she walked away gnawing alone waiting for him to follow her. Luckily, he did, but instead of letting them go in peace, Angelica followed him. I was thinking of applying for admission here if I approve of high school, but I don' t know if I' ll make it. If you show up, you' ll pass for sure. Addressing Calette, he added emerald. He' s very smart. He scores very well on every test. The heart overtook me
and began to beat so hard that his vision clouded. Too late.“ You are going to class,” he asked at the adult school, in front of my mother’ s restaurant. She nodded as she looked down, wishing she could melt into the cracks between the bricks. Now he knew she wasn' t the bookkeeper. That' s who didn' t even get out of high school. Angelica stepped back a step with discomfort. I' ve seen you guys later on for a good weekend, nice to meet you.
He greeted her with his hand and Calet dedicated his typical smile attempt to Angelica before returning his attention to esme. When he opened his mouth to speak, I was quick to say we' re done here. We should go back. While I was coming back limping where they had come from. She got distracted by contemplating as many campus details as she could. His father had walked on the same floor, breathed the same air, seen those same trees. That was probably the closest I' d ever be to him. Calet
reached her with the agile strides of her legs, long and uninjured. We should go the other way, but the car' s this way. He pointed to the parking lot. There is another place where we could investigate she paused another place, the alumni building may be more willing to help us. I should have taken you there first. You need me to help you get there. It' s not far. It' s over there. He gestured in the other direction towards a set of more modern buildings surrounded by old
trees. I' ll walk Let' s go It overturned me as quickly as it could through the crowd of students, wishing that if they moved quickly they couldn' t talk. But that didn' t prevent Calette from asking what classes you' re going to Esme surrounded her chest with her arms, even though she wasn' t cold English, social studies and accounting, three classes. That' s not much she is. I couldn' t compare that to anything. All she knew was that she spent a lot of time
sneaking around when she thought no one saw her. That' s what he wanted to put his hand through his hair, but when he ran into the shorter curls, he caressed his neck. I was never very good at those subjects, except in accounting. Of course, I get along very well with the numbers. She smiled at hearing that I too were the same, no matter what language they were speaking in. He returned his smile before looking carefully at the treetops. If you ever need help, I can try. I
wouldn' t mind. She watched her feet take uneven steps on the ground to avoid looking at him. Take a step? To drag? Take a step? To drag? Take a step? To drag? When he finally gathered the courage, he forced himself to say sorry for lying. I' m not an accountant. I took clean air places, breathed out and felt myself withered inside there at home. I didn' t finish school. We
needed money, because I wasn' t too weak to work. So I started doing cleaning and then he bit his lip before mentioning that he had a daughter. When he looked at me, he saw that he was looking forward with his frown somewhat frowned. You didn' t have to lie to me. She grinned and looked at her feet again. Take a step, drag? Take a step, drag? Take a step, drag? You wanted to like it wasn' t a question, but she held her breath like
she was waiting for him to answer at the time. He stopped in front of a simple one- storey building built of glass and red brick. It is here at the reception a woman with short grey hair, dressed in a suit. Welcome to the alumni house where I can help you. Esme moistened her lips and took the photograph of her purse as she struggled to express her thoughts in English. I' m looking for a man. This man twenty - four years ago. I' m sorry. Here we organize events for
alumni. You' ll have to talk to someone else if you' re looking for a particular ex- student you' ve tried.“ At the admissions office,” the woman asked,“ we came from there,” Calette replied. I see the woman frowned and after a second rushed to her desk. He took a business card from one of the drawers and handed it to Esme. This woman is in charge of the Alumni Association. Try calling her. I don' t know if he can help you, but there ' s someone who can do it. It' s Esme. He tried
to smile, but his lips refused to cooperate. Thank you, both remained silent as they walked the short distance back to the car. Someone had slipped a yellow paper under one of the breeze cleaners Calette took it and read it. She got to read parking ticket on the paper before he kept it in his pocket and saw clearly that right in front of the car there was a big sign praying not to park without permission. He had intentionally parked and I
knew he had done it for her because of her ankle. It was a small detail, but she didn' t know anyone else who would have done something like that for her alone Calette. He left the parking lot drove through the field. If she joined the main road, she watched as she moved through the afternoon traffic as a fugitive driver after a heist to a fast bank,
but maintaining perfect control. Her hands looked strong and skillful on the steering wheel and lever of change, and she remembered how he had touched them just a while before on the face, lips, jaw. I' d like to pet her again. Now that I knew she was a liar. I ' d like to pet her again if I found out she had a daughter. When we get home Medas, that card is worth saying it unexpectedly.
I want to call that woman from the Alumni Association. Calette' s words were so discordant with his own thoughts that it took him a moment to understand what he was. I was saying you' d call her for me with your eyes on the road. He answered clearly and I' ll let you know if you give me any useful information. She felt like a weight she didn' t know she was carrying. He was rising from his shoulders and gratitude grew inside him. For someone who generally had no touch, he could
be very considerate in a surprising way when it was necessary. She took the card from her purse and placed it on the board. Thank you, Anne, He nodded and focused on driving again. When they got home, he parked the car, but he didn' t turn off the engine. Her fingers stopped before she unbuttoned her seatbelt. You attend classes at night.“ Right,” Calette asked. She turned around in the seat. That' s how you want me to pick you up from now on. That'
s how you avoid taking the bus. You don' t care, I don' t care. He answered a lot. Thank you, Anne. He felt it once and got out of the car and she followed him. As he walked toward the entrance and opened the front door of the house. She thought he' d kiss her at the time, but she just kept the door open for her. Instead of going through it directly. Esme stopped in front of him inviting him to continue what had been interrupted earlier. The
anticipation grew inside her and her lungs held her breath. Even his heart stopped beating. Kiss me, kiss me. His gaze fell on his lips and her lips tickled as if he had touched them. Yeah, he was about to get warmed up, took a step back, sidetracked her look and said I' m gonna go work a little at the office. I' ll see you later. Esme' s chest deflated and she watched him take the bag from his laptop and return to the car. He had wanted to kiss
her before she found out about everything, but not anymore. He had done all those things to show up in the doctor' s office, to hold her hair cut with Esme the accountant, but he wasn' t interested in the real thing. Fourteen the following week, Kay pretended that the almost kiss had never happened. Esme' s Russian friend had saved him from making a serious mistake at a time of lack of common sense. Maybe Esme was able to have a physical relationship without any adverse effects, but he didn' t
think he had that ability. She was already a song repeated endlessly in her head. If I started having sex with her, that thing would climb into a pure addiction. And what the hell would happen when she left at the end of the summer. If I didn' t want to find out, I had to keep my distance. He managed to do it spectacularly until Friday afternoon, when he came to attend the second wedding of the summer, He knocked on his door and she opened it with the outline of a smile on
her face. For a long time, she just looked at her esme didn ' t look like she was wearing a black dress, didn' t she say it was a sad color. He would fall loose on the body and hide any interesting part and fuck all those jewels or his ears, neck and hands flashed there. It' d be a hundred bucks in silconite. It was not possible that they were real diamonds. She was still very pretty.
His makeup was subtle, except for the black liner that highlighted his green eyes and the red blood lipstick God. Those lips painted that way were enough for him to feel dumb. Since I almost kissed her. He' d been watching his mouth every time he closed his eyes. During the previous week, he had done unimaginable things to that mouth. In his mind, Kai cleared his throat You' re ready. She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin I' m ready. They got out of the house and got in the
car. As soon as they joined the highway one hundred one that towards San Jose. He broke the silence and said I called the Berkeley Alumni Association and they gave me a list of all the ugly people who attended there during the decade before your birth. She squealed and covered her mouth as she danced in her seat. His movements made the hem loose in his skirt, slid up and demons it was as if rule number six had ceased to exist. There
was no way he would comply. When it came to esme, the desire to touch her was so intense that her hands clung fiercely behind the wheel. I could almost see his fingers caressing those bare thighs and sliding under that dull loose dress. The panties of his pants became uncomfortably tense and distracted him from his pornographic thoughts. Shit was having an erection in his damn car. I did run into a bump. He' d split his penis in half.
I needed to think about the desert in the Arctic. Statement number one hundred and fifty- seven of the Financial Accounting Standards Board. On anything else, how many names are on the list, she asked. Right, the list. Almost a thousand ah is frowned at me in her thoughts and distracted her hands over her thighs, in a way that did not help Kai' s present state at all. A friend of Wan' s is helping me check the list. He says it' s an easy thing to do if you
have the right software. He said I' ll need a copy of that photograph you have. That' s very expensive. Esme asked with hesitation. He' s not doing it as a favor to Wan It' s wonderful. He dedicated one of his typicals to her. Exultant smiles. I' ll give it to you when we get home tonight You can thank your brother for me. You' ll be at the wedding yourself. Oh, well, I will. He passed a hand through his hair and straightened his dress over his thighs. Now I' m nervous. He admitted to a nervous
giggle about meeting Wan. She bowed her head. He' s your big brother. He wants to like me. Kai shrugged. You will. He likes everyone and everyone liked Wan. He had a unique charisma, unlike Kai, who lived making mistakes and making people cry everywhere that I hope he didn ' t seem completely convinced, but Kay knew she had nothing to worry about. After driving half an hour to San Jose he fell in front of a large two- storey restaurant called sful Toisa, a giant neon crab and Chinese
letters flashed over the roof. It was his mother' s favorite restaurant and he had been there countless times over the years. It is here announced both the ceremony and the reception will be held here. For some people there was nothing like lobster in scallion sauce and ginger to say happy is forever. Esme stared at the restaurant for a long time. Before asking is good food Kai shrugged. If you like Chinese food and jellyfish, she asked with interest.
He raised his eyebrows. Jellyfish are those sea creatures that sting you with many tentacles. He moved his fingers to imitate them. They have a rare texture and have no flavor. Esme crossed her arms. I know what jellyfish are and if they taste, he suddenly understood. You' re excited about jellyfish. They' re very good. You weren' t so excited about the
San Francisco hermonts considering the price and exclusivity of the place. Most would be much more impressed by the Fairmont. And Kai couldn' t help but feel fun and enchanted by Esme' s enthusiasm for cifo and tuasa. She lifted her shoulder and smiled I like good food. Then let' s go in. I think you' ll be very happy to cross the parking lot. It received an intense smell of fat and rancid. Yeah, he knew that place, but was it different with esme? By his side, everything was
different with esme. She didn' t need him to open and close doors for her. I didn' t want him to pay for everything or carry his stuff. He didn' t care if he watched her all day. She reached out to take him by the arm, but stopped before touching him. You don' t like that. He bowed my pensive head and then a smile was drawn on his lips, took a few steps to get ahead of him and leaned one hand on the bottom of his own back. Sometimes
they are put their hands here when they are walking or just standing. If you do that, the girls won' t take you by the arm. Key was about to tell him that he didn' t care that she held him by the flat arm, but he held the words needed more distance, no less try You might prefer to watch him over the shoulder Esme stood still and waited for that was ridiculous, but he obeyed likewise after he wished not to. Seeing her wide hand leaning on her lower back caused her things.
His spine had a most elegant curvature, especially in that area, and an elemental part of it was moved while he claimed it for himself. For him, she smiled at him for a second before continuing to walk towards the restaurant with her hand there inn. Cay was painfully aware of how she swinged her
hips as she walked. Why she was so sexy in the driveway. They passed by giant fish bowls that housed lobsters, crabs, and fish that looked down, and entered the table sector on the ground floor of the restaurant. All the chairs were empty and a receptionist carrying a blue pen tucked in her hair led them to one of the two spiral stairs leading to the second floor. As they went up, they looked for the table that they had been
assigned and went through the maze of round tables. Kay discovered that holding his hand on the lower back of esme had become something natural to him. The warmth of her skin pierced the fabric of her dress and warmed her palm. When they came to their place, Kai spotted family shoulders and a shaved head. Quan c turned areÓ Nr. He stood up suddenly to give the street a strong hug look at you. Juan leaned a hand on Cale' s head and rubbed her hair freshly cut. I like your new lup Thank
you. Kay pulled her brother' s hand away from a push and backed back, so here it is. John Kai said he repressed the strange urge to circle Esme' s waist with his arm, but instead of bringing her closer to him as he really wanted, he stepped back to get away from her. Esme. This is my brother Juan Juan Esme. John observed the distance between Cai and Esme with a thoughtful expression on his face. Esme rubbed her elbow before giving her a hi smile. Anuan, when his brother sketched
a broad smile. Key did not manage to relax as expected, but her muscles tightened and watched esme' s reaction trying to interpret it. I didn ' t know what I was looking for or what I wanted, but I felt that moment was important.