5 Month Old Baby Cough

Episode 5: Gypsy Eyes - PART

Jimi Hendrix, "Gypsy Eyes"





Part Two, Chapter 5! The first course here is ^ ^

When he walked out with so much coolness, the bar, Kim had congratulated herself. Not that the blond did not like, anything - and God knows what would have loved a bit 'of pampering after all the hard times. But he really needed to go back to Kylie with the milk carton that had pinched, he could not waste any time. Kylie tummy grumbled. The small clapped his hands with joy, in the face of God so well

Now, after feeding the puppy as best he could, and have prepared both for the night, was found to rethink the promise of myeloma strappatale eyed Karl: return in the following days there would be a nonsense. I barely knew, because trust? And then there was no need to move away from little more than necessary. Certainly not because of selfish vanity, then. No, just had to relax and forget the nice mixing of blood, after all, the damn fool had given her.

Giving up on the sleeping bag to sleep faded faithful who had recovered from his bag, Kim tried to examine all the assumptions of the case. If only she could tell him calmly that you have a puppy that was waiting at home ... But no, already the word "home" was something ridiculous, given the situation. Those rare times when she happened to attract the attention of someone who deserved it, maybe some nice guy by the book, Kim fell into the same script. Disappeared, with explanations for not having to humiliate and embarrassing stories.

suddenly remembered the exact moment, locked in messy processes of Fulton Street Station with a pregnancy test from a penny bought in pharmacies without a blush, had discovered the existence of Kylie. The shock, the feeling of having committed a crime unheard of, inadequacy, fear of making mistakes. The days spent wandering through counseling and school psychologists, transforming itself from a rebel fiercely restless teenager in confused and frightened. The belly increasingly difficult to hide, exclusion at school. The disappearance of anything in direct charge of the foul deed - something that Kim also not surprised ever. The daring escape from the trailer park and the broken family who had always been ashamed to call home ...

smiled to himself, noting that bundle asleep. How could she think of her as a frog in something embarrassing or unpleasant? Kylie was really the best thing that Kim had made in his life. Sooner or later, would submit that vast, chaotic, filthy world - and who knows, the time had come, hunting.

***

The bedroom was not made any noise. Grace was still unconscious, or perhaps

slowly slipped into sleep. A Rain, struggling with the miracle that mixed slowly infused over the fire, his hands were shaking like never before. By mixing the herbs and flowers, measuring the water and sugar, prepare the coffee - and all this for her, she lay on her bed in the next room - the only coherent thought that the young could make concerned the gigantic amount of crap he had just done. Take it at home, helpless and unconscious. What an idiot. And if the family had alerted the police?

When the phone rang suddenly, just not Rain poured the tea into the ground. He picked up the phone immediately, terrified of being snatch away his greatest dream. But the calm voice of Mrs. May, reassuring and soothing, tended only to thank him and ask about Grace of early intervention: "Think you then, my son. I'm sure you'll be in charge with all the care that poor soul deserves. "

Heartened, Rain said firmly that he had the situation under control: she was preparing a traditional decoction of its people that he would soon put back in force. Did not dare to add that he respected the woman more than himself, just to clear things up and throw a moment on the melodramatic, but dimly understood that the other end of the line was an elderly married couple who were able to recognize the lovesickness when they saw him. "You can hide the sun?" He thought bitterly.

time to conclude the conversation cut off yet so sweet, made of unspoken and certificates of mutual respect, and a cough coming from upstairs made him jump. She was waking up. Rain could almost hear the gears of the tired little brain of Grace embark upon, connect, remember. He filled a cup for her, his hand trembling.

not had the courage to cross the threshold. But the door ajar, slowly, and looked at her with eyes bright and his face serious. And now?

***

Way, Gattaccia hateful! Do not even try. " Nyx was unfortunately used to be apostrophes in this way, from time to time: after all, the proper reverence for cats has historically been the prerogative of the Ancient Egyptians - then it's over there. But, occasionally, his feline self-esteem required it a couple of scratches at random against ordinary mortals bothersome: and Balthazar was just exaggerating.

"Zia, say something to your beast," the dude insisted, defending his violin from the attacks of the curious cat. "I can not help it, Bal," Aster said quietly, lifting the big cat in her arms. "The beast, as you call it, is not exactly mine. It is part of the family as you see Remember that. If you really do not want to be able to play by himself, at least Teach her how to do it! "Concluded the old breadwinner with a laugh.

Moon did not intend to miss the opportunity to console the handsome violinist, but she realized that she had been beaten about the weather: Emerald her sister was finally able to take a minimum of initiative, establishes the crown rebel with a smirk. "Good. I'm not going to bother now, "he said to the beautiful Moon. "Rather, concentrate on serious things."

ran out in the sun. Reaching the brother Claude, lying on leggiucchiare and watching the sky with very thoughtful air, the girl asked, "Hey pirate, you are on your mind? Sad. "I do not own Moony! I'm just a bit 'confused, nothing more. But it is a story too long to explain, and I do not think the case to upset with the ugly stories of my achievements, "he joked.

The sister crouched beside him. "So let me please just a fast, little guy." Claude sat up, alert. "If you tell me to just those who live on the farm here before? I only know the name of one of the two, and not enough for me. I understand that people are, how they live here and most of all ... I want the opportunity suited to meet again with the darker hair type. You say, I hope? ". They giggled. They had understood each other on the fly, those two.

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Episode 5: Gypsy Eyes - PART

Jimi Hendrix, "Gypsy Eyes"





Arieccomi! I've done it, seen? Happy reading ^ ^

Semi-covered not dormant between her, the woman heard in the distance, somewhere in the house, a muffled clatter. Breathe slowly, enjoying the quiet and foreign unreal. The drowsiness that saturate the brain, gave up on his elbows to prop up immediately lift without understanding where he was. Grace could not keep my eyes open, they were full of tears. The burned. Then, slowly made its way into the memory the memory of his shame creeping explosion of anger. He continued to think, eyes closed and head on a mattress that did not seem soft as their own. In the air, a strange scent of flowers. He tried to remember still, curled up. Then, tearing the fog of the mind, thought of dying finally realizing where he was and why.

Samuel rested in her room, finally safe. Grandma May was pampering lavished on what it was that helpless little creature until the baby had finally fallen asleep, exhausted.

Then, after a brief consultation with her husband, worried and raised together as much as you, the old lady had wanted to make sure the conditions of that thoughtless frightened woman who so happened to be his daughter. So, finding the phone number of the vehicle Apache lying among the papers of Patrick (religiously kept from poor Grace, in mourning for a criminal with the badge), the old May had begun to compose the number trembling.

the first ring Specter said, perhaps waiting for their call. His tone was warm, soothing, almost family. May knew well - he had read him in the eye from the outset - that the Rain of Grace was far more solicitous of warm devotion among neighbors, at least she knew that Patrick, God rest his soul, had been many more areas of 'shadow the virtues of good pater familias. The whole country knew, in fact. All but Grace, blind and naive dominated by herself.

Therefore, conscious of moral integrity and above all gentle soul of that beautiful boy half and half native son of the wind, guilty only of excessive paranoia than others, May decided to let time take its healer course and the wind to start again to spin. In loving look and accomplice Neil, the rest next to her during the phone call as in every stage of their life together, read the same good-natured look at the future tense.

***

Karl just smiled. He could not remember anything at all about a certain remote gas tank. He kept talking and talking, filling the silences wary of shady and wild creature who sat in front of him, trying to reassure her once and for all its good intentions. She felt it, while remaining the dissolute buffoon of all time, that girl that every muscle was tense and ready to take that the closeness between them was only temporary and that probably nothing would have prevented it to disappear in a flash, if needed. The terror of losing it after finding it, then drove to Karl groped an inexhaustible dialogue, painfully aware that his ridiculous talk of exotic destinations and risked banality paint as a blowhard full of himself.

"Well, where are you from? I shot a lot, me, and you have to get the air from a distance. Accommodations near here? I have not ever seen at the motel, but if you tell me you're not from here I really believe you! Come on, tell me something about yourself. I do not know how to forgive me for the flight on earth did I do that ...", Karl recited in one breath.

you do not even sketched smile of a further fact, careful to what surrounded her as a dangerous jungle. "Maybe another time, now I must go. With orange. We'll see, "was all he said to his words intrusive Kim, rising rapidly from the bar stool for avvianrsi toward the exit with the feline grace of a panther hunted. Karl the Tall.

"Wait where you running? Did I say something wrong? Please do not disappear. You're the best thing that ever happened to me since I set foot in this hole of place, "he Karl trying to grasp a hand. Wrong move.

"Let go, please. I gotta go, I told you. Do not worry about the fall, it is obvious that I have not done anything - and then we both know that it was I to make you fall, "Kim dismissed the tone annoyed. Then, perhaps noticing the look of the blond genuinely injured, she added, almost reluctantly, "Maybe tomorrow I might come back around here. But now I own a monstrous hurry, sorry. Good day. " A veiled promise of those words, Karl brightened, ma lei era già scomparsa.

Mentre James rincasava, dopo aver legato nei pressi della cuccia quei due scavezzacollo di Shep e Glo, la sensazione predominante che gli fondeva il cervello era quella di essersi comportato da perfetto idiota. Aveva già collezionato incontri ravvicinati col pianeta femminile, in vita sua, e non ne era mai uscito così sconfitto: l’atteggiamento da sfigatissimo nerd non era proprio quello che adottava di solito come strategia vincente, ecco. Ma quella specie di ninfa dei boschi (mmm, diventava patetico quando la buttava sul lirico...) era proprio di un altro mondo. L’aveva fucked up a bit, that was clear, would have made him aware of the effect. It had a name that was all: Moon.

Now the question was only one: what would blush if he had seen a second time ? Or rather say, as an excuse to meet again with that look lovely? While he was about to go into court to dissolve the dogs, ready to send them on purpose to the gypsy camp even having to go to recover (pathetic, in fact), its purpose very noble was interrupted by the sound of the key in the lock entrance . Karl was at home at last. Forget it.

***

Vivica could not believe I did. While road with the keys to the door, in a dawn that shyly began to appear behind her, the only thing that kept clearly in itself that night was full of adventures and rough taste of the fresh cheek of a seventeen year old who just met Incidentally, it was probably a stateless person and maybe not so clean record. "Jeeez," he thought. "How vengeance has not been not bad ... What the hell are rebellious. A pair of fringed eyes, a French accent and I melt. "

Then, after entering, a new adrenaline rush. The sound of heavy footsteps down the stairs, yawning and Vivi knew that if he did not immediately removed from the entrance would see his father and subjected to third degree, obviously unhappy with outcome. He waited until it came into the kitchen for his glass of water overnight, then went sneaking down the stairs trying not to make any noise.

He went into his room as quietly as possible, mentally thanking the lucky stars that he had assisted so far and amphibians with a rubber sole silent ... without realizing that the beautiful Juno was simultaneously pop out of his room. Looking at her daughter back with silencer and too short skirt around four in the morning, the beautiful actress knew it was time to have a chat with the little reckless.

But

decided that the matter could wait another few hours, with a smile, rubbing against the handsome husband reappeared beside the bed.


Part Two, as usual, here!