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Ep. 8: Poison - PART

Alice Cooper, "Poison"

I leave you now to the second part ...

This morning Kim had decided to comb through the pile of old newspaper and leaflets found beside the mailbox, in search of a legal and a little more stable to make ends meet. Shoplifting was not exactly something to brag about in front of a daughter, right? Therefore, focused and thoughtful, she was studying ads for buying and selling exchange-and complaints from a couple of dingy little to take away open. She seemed to read an "Apprentice Wanted" but just when he thought he had found something that was the case with his gaze fell on the name of the bar where Karl had offered her a drink and the course of his hijacked own thoughts on the blond who had given the hole the day before.

"Well, I'll mica softening ?, "he said to the girl, staring at the empty air-page newspaper. "I saw him once and did nothing but talk about himself, that presumptuous. It 'nice, and much, but it means nothing. In front of me babbling, yes. Oh, how I would go see him ...", found himself thinking. Kylie was still playing quietly on his dressing table resting on the ground and Kim decided to leave the precast or risk shake with his excessive nervousness.

While feeling in every respect a beggar, trying through the wreckage that surrounded the cabin objects could still serve a useful purpose, she distinctly heard someone hold your breath as a sudden surprise. He spun around, a small wild creature used to defend with tooth and nail.

"You?" He shouted angrily. "What the fuck are you doing here?". Without a word in edgewise, Karl looked dazed as she and the kind of dump that surrounded them. Kim glared at a glance. "Do you enjoy to humiliate me? Get out, I will not see you anymore. "

Karl then he did something he had never in his life, and that until a few minutes before they even thought of wanting to get serious. Clasped her hands like 'supplication before his eyes amazed at the angry red. "The humiliation is mine, given the way in which you're refusing. But I do not give up mica. Go out with me, please. Give me a chance - give us a chance, "said the blond tone suffered so much as to avoid the ridiculous for a pure blast.

"Mom! Your Mother ", he felt distinctly coming from inside the cabin. The two turned in unison. Good timing, Kylie. At this point, the expression in front of not too surprised to Karl, the young mother sat by the ferocity to embrace their injured pride and prove (to herself before the rest of the world) that he had nothing to be ashamed of: while Karl kept his eyes down, clearly embarrassed and undecided what to do, she went into the prefab to get out triumphant with her puppy in her arms. "Now he will run away, run away, run away," goes on to suggest an evil little voice in my head.

The child did not understand and passed the puzzled look from one to another smiling. "Happy now, asshole? Now you know all right! "Kim said coldly, poisonous. But Karl, who in the poison was obviously become dependent after a single, partial administration, did not answer. Then he turned to the little one: "Hello, little lion. So you say your mom is beautiful to die, because I will not allow it? On the other hand are so similar that is enough to remember watching ". Kim did not soften at all: "Well, this only proves that you can be a great sticky. You can find out what are you doing here? I do not think I have never mentioned this sewer, the other day. Go away, so we leave again as soon as possible. "

"Enough is enough. You are fierce, you know? And presumptuous. As you know I do not deserve even a chance? "Asked Karl firm tone. "I do not care if a rare pearl, or rather two, ended up in the middle of a pigsty. All I can do, after they found a blow to those who do not ricapitano ass, you pull them out of there as soon as possible. And try to tenermele ... if I can, then blushed. Kim temporarily lost the use of his tongue. It was silent.

***

desperately wanted to kiss her. She wanted him too. Rain would have given anything to have her back with him, but every ounce of common sense that still ravaging the brain, although with difficulty, had given notice not to ruin everything again. In that pathetic scene in the driveway, with Grace who invited him to join him and that he avoided responding to not jump on on the spot, Rain had not really understood what was passing for the head. Probably she tried to repay him for strombazzatissimo "salvage" on its holding of Samuel, as the ' incident occurred between them in the afternoon before.

Rain did not imagine that the fire was smoldering in the still waters of the eyes of Grace, simply because their personal fire burning too much and too long to allow him to feel a similar warmth and light from outside. According to him, Grace was left in disgust, or at least seriously confused by them ... close encounter. Rain And, just to stay in theme, it felt just that: an alien in a foreign land, speaking a language unknown to most people and can not be understood without collecting dangerous heresies. Just waiting for the dust settled, the storm that had first of all in itself is quiet a good time and then groped the path of dialogue and friendship with a hypothetical Grace can not forget the kiss and its painful statement .

from Di was out. He could not, Rain, to escape knowing that maybe one day she would again need your help ... He continued to rack your brains for a bit '. Then, as I got up to see her house from the opaque windows of his den, he remembered the positions of the evening. The owner of a tavern in the neighborhood would pay to clean up the filthy room after hours closing.

It was decided to go to bed, hoping to be half-heartedly few hours of sleep to be able to sustain you during your shift. But the memory of her in that room was weed, stifling, poisonous. He tried in vain to close his eyes. Then she heard a knock.

***

ran in his veins, burned in the brain - the feeling of holding the arms Emerald was the closest thing to heaven Bal had ever experienced in his life. It was everything I had always dreamed of, and much more.

After hours spent in the afternoon on the beautiful blue of her bed, had begged Bal spend the night (and the rest of his days, to be precise) in red blood caravan that belonged to him from time immemorial. They had crossed the field facing a summary removal, hoping not to be seen. In fact, Aster chuckled at the window of his kitchen while Nyx met mewed in a corner. All's well That ends well , seemed to think both. Jewel's sister Bal had not found any trace, but a scribbled note with tenderness warned him that the child was invited by Taylor-Donovan in full force to enable them to be forgiven. And now, in fact, he found that his Balthazar Latvian dark has never been so comfortable before you share it with the love of his life.

Claude Not that the thought so differently, in fact. Dying to ... try his new friend. While, leaned from his bed at the bridge, he watched her carefully, haunted by the leash like a gentleman who had saddled itself, Vivica dozed sitting on freshly laundered sheets in the big bed that, in normal night, Em and Moon would split by brave sisters. But nothing of this night was normal . Emerald was finally transferred to the chariot of Bal, and the small Jewel, it seemed, would have been even sleep at home dell'amichetto with red hair. How to Moon ...

Well, the night before, a few hours after the ridiculous half brawl female, Claude had found his sister back from a dissolute some relaxing walk (with Mr. Farm-Red, there was to bet) and the two had talked for a while '. Just enough to understand that their blue caravan was off limits, presumably because Bal and his pathetic attempts to be forgiven by EMI, and then the night would have had to arrange differently than usual. Moon At that point she started laughing, said that lending would be comforted with the factor of the house next door and was gone, wild cats since the DNA. While he, Claude, that night had set the broken-down emergency and had reduced to sleeping rough and arranger.

 

Il risultato ora, ventiquattr’ore dopo, era che Moon non era ancora tornata dai suoi felini vagabondaggi campestri - ma Aster, in proposito, aveva osservato ridacchiando che non c’era nulla di cui preoccuparsi circa quella libera figlia della Dea - e che, di fatto, Claude aveva il caravan azzurro tutto per sé. E per Vivi, ovviamente. Che però, stremata dalle chiacchiere adrenaliniche post-fuga (sì, l’avventura era compiuta e i risvolti penali a Claude non interessavano affatto), era crollata in pieno sonno a metà di una frase. Che peccato, though. The boy had prepared the room carefully. Had lit scented candles, changed the sheets, played with tarot cards to intrigue a bit '. Then, as he predicted years of happiness, prosperity and the arrival of a mysterious brown, she smiled and bowed her head to one knee, eyes closed, regular breathing. No.

Among them there was only a hug so, before, when Vivi had slunk away to find him waiting for the next motor supplied. Then they scooted to the edge of town in fear that someone had noticed her new show of talent. But nothing had stopped them. Neither house of Vivi, nor to the field. Everything was silent.

Claude got out of bed quickly and came to live now curled on itself. On other occasions, he had shown himself to be able to take advantage of the situation cravenly, asshole by the book. What was different now? What had stuck on the floor of the purest friendship with a beautiful girl who was so disarming?

Latvian jumped on her side. In reality was the very first time was to save a damsel in distress, he thought, smiling. This role does not spotless champion fell on him so bad. And then, under the rebel front, Vivi seemed so pure, so child ... On entering the caravan, an hour earlier, she had scrutinized the interiors decorated with the same curious look that sometimes sported Jewel. From backpack then had taken, not without great shame, teddy preferred to fix the center of the bed. In short, the only thing that Claude had realized was that really had a deep respect for this princess fleeing from the keepers. And that sleeping next to her would be an honor of which did not in any way abused.

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Ep. 8: Poison - PART

Alice Cooper, "Poison"



New chapter, folks! 'Nuff said ...

Grace stopped the verge of tears, overwhelmed. Rain was running down the path together with the small fugitive, while the woman feels faint, propped up by May. "Sammy!" He shouted, his voice broken with emotion, "Forgive me please."

The boy flew in the arm, already forgetful of everything that was not a sea of love and pampering. "No, excuse you, Mom. Do not do it anymore, I swear, "murmured the child sincerely contrite. And then, his Jewel had given him a pool! Sam felt that he could tackle anything. But still he did not want to do it without her tender mother. He knew he was good, sunny and biscuits, salty tears and roses freshly picked, he thought the small sticking his face in the hair of Grace.

"Tell the child that may come into play whenever we want" , said his mother still in tears, "contrary, why not let you know right away? Invite her here, I will prepare a delicious dessert. " Sammy smiled his mother really knew how to forgive. They both forget to May, who was staring at them with indulgent air as Neil, on the threshold, and Spectrum, which had remained on the sidelines not to interfere in a sequence so delicate believed to be an intruder in effect, so that was considering the idea of leaving quietly.

But, like reading in the thought of Rain, Grandma May turned to Sam with: "And now enters the house, naughty! Warn your girlfriend ended the embargo on! We will not play in one the phone? ". Sam said hello with his hand: "Goodbye, Mr. Rain, thanks a lot!" He added, "But that means embargo, Grandma?" And disappeared behind the door. Rain and Grace faced each other, left alone for the first time since the time.

"Thank you so much," whispered the woman looking down and arms crossed behind your back to suppress the yen fell on her neck, "for ... everything. " He did not answer. Barely smiled, perhaps embarrassed as herself. He watched her with those strange eyes black venom, ready to poison it again ... Grace blushed, hoping that if he had not noticed Rain.

"Stay with us for a slice of cake?", Scandium, continuing to avoid looking directly into her face. He had such a storm of feelings inside that he could not free herself from this inextricable tangle: relief, gratitude, frustration, pure happiness. He felt burst, poor Grace. "No, thanks. It 'an important time for you, the better you are alone. Maybe another time, "said Rain in her a nod just sketched.

Grace remained powerless to fix it, timid and too proud to run after him, too involved to not suffer horribly at the sight of his receding along the driveway. Infection occurred.

***

James opened his eyes to & rsquo ; dawn, the happiest man on face of the earth. He had a straw everywhere and an old song in my head.

When the first day, at dusk, was submitted to the Moon Gate Farm Crimson, he had tried to be ironic: "We are greeted by a couple of hours, you miss me already?" but had said in his usual voice tremor in the first fifteen-cotta. "I need help, actually. You're the only I know here in the area, "she joked, with a slight inflection in the quietly ironic. "You know, it looks like Balthazar is managing to do something with my sister, so the caravan in which sleep is usually off limits. Would you mind many guests for a night? The farm seems huge, you have plenty of room ... I swear I did not steal the silverware! ", Concluded the young man laughed.

How were found to roll on that pile of straw in the middle of bucolic cliché, James could not distinctly remember. Ah, yes: after the first few minutes of enthusiastic astonishment at seeing so early the woman of his dreams, the boy had ensured that the poor Karl slept the sleep of the righteous (or regret, which is equal to) the usual crib castle, and then invited his new drug to make a tour of the farm, just to pass harmlessly to the time before dinner. Dinner that had never happened, needless to say.

arrived at the stables, after passing some spoils the beautiful horses inherited from his uncle Max, Moon looked at him with a predatory gleam in his eyes and heard James had died. Like a cat climbing up the ladder rungs leading to the warehouse itself, shouting "And do you hide up here?" Had forced the girl to follow her and the rest was history.

The initiative was the primacy of either: they were accomplices happily into this a bit 'irresponsible and very stereotyped. They had eaten each other, so to speak. Although, obviously, to overturn it on the pile of sheaves was her, just for fun.

Watching her sleep next to him while still dawn, lost in memories of the fiery hours earlier, James gave up just caress her face, afraid to wake up and disappear quickly. He would not let her go. Never again.

Karl could not stay in bed. His brother did not seem to have stayed at home, it seemed, or had left before dawn. He got downstairs, there was a coffee and thought ironically of pampering with a newspaper in the morning, even though they had more time the postman deserted compared to those in which Karl was able to read his beloved magazine about fitness.

went out in the still sparkling, stroking just Sheperd. There he is: the boy was going through the mail at that time in front of the gate Crimson Farm. "Hey, you!", Addressed him angry, decided to ask why the newspapers were Tsegi and weekly magazine in which he had subscriber arrive regularly without any gadgets.

The young man with the cap and shoulder bag froze, paralyzed. Then reacted sharply: "He told me, sir? And no, that's enough! This is my job, we are calm, eh? It 's the fourth person in a crazy week! If you do not want trouble, why did you choose to subscribe? ". Karl stared at him with disdain.

"Well, nobody here is crazy, I think. And 'my right to know if ... No, wait a minute. Avoid tease me, please. I am very happy to receive my newspaper. Who would complain about it, sorry? "Said the blond, irritated. "Well, there was the old Rumsfeld that drunk, down to the quarry. And the twins Moskowitz, who ninety-two years still waiting for love letters two marines known a century ago and s'incazzano with me because I wear only flyers. And then the red out of my mind that the cabin is ...". His last words struck Karl like a gunshot. "As a red head off? Sorry, that cabin? I charge you, it is very important, "Karl said excitedly reaching out a crisp note to the boy whining.

"But yes, that chick - nice for charity, but as little dizzy - with a little girl who lives in prefabricated smashed down the country ... Redhead, a physicist and a crazy character m. .. bad, "says the mailman, pocketing the money. "Either you give me precise directions to get there," Karl whispered, ready for anything but still in disbelief, "or discover that I have problems with anger management and I vent on passers-by. I have no criminal convictions only because they are smart enough to leave no witnesses around, "he concluded with eyes and hands of a madman, wriggling frantically. The postman, of course, spoke - But the mail stopped arriving in Crimson Farm.

***

What Malcolm failed to say, between a roar and a slap on the wall, he was little. Indeed, to be precise, the news that her daughter had come out of hiding in the middle of the night she met a guy in a probable field nomads (irrelevant that he had taken back to live at home, safe and sound) the only sentence that the man had clearly decided it was the following: "Do not you dare to see him again or will never get more than the house. The paparazzi just waiting for a pretext to destroy the image, then do not see shit or worse for you. " In tears, furious as ever after two hours of fierce dispute, Vivica was a race to lock in his room.

Fortunately he was waiting for a sweet surprise. A gentle tapping at the glass showed her down the street, his almost-charming seducer who had resisted the idea of seeing her again. But the afternoon light did not allow a new mini-escape, especially as Malcolm and Juno, now closed in the bedroom but always alert to the windows would not have committed the same mistake twice. Vivi had a tachycardia embarrassing, but luckily for him, Claude from there would not have ever noticed.

broke into a smile, screwing up the glass while the Moretto is as close as possible to its window. They giggled at the absurdity of the situation, agreeing that it was necessary to communicate in a less daring, but the boy did not have a phone. Getting in return, with a happy surprise, the contacts of the gypsy seventeen less conventional computer he had ever imagined, Vivi beckoned him to speak more softly and still get away, before ...

In a moment they realized that it was already too late. Malcolm fell upon Claude and he was screaming in all colors, crazy beast. Thanks to Vivi, who had started screaming like an eagle to catch the attention of her father and allow Claude to slip away, the young man managed to sling the road and disappear in a flash. In response, Vivica ordered the father to go immediately to talk to her or would have committed a blunder.

clash with Malcolm was less hard than the teenager expected. While Juno continued to nap on his bed, seemingly carefree, father and daughter found themselves face to face in the girl's room - he belligerent, cold, and prepared her. Who spoke first: "Do not you dare to call the police or guards your ridiculous, dad, or I swear you'll forget even my face. I sit here now I hate to sound good in peace, and you'll come back to think and how to multiply your millions. But I do not think for a second something happens to him - you know that I could make you regret bitterly for having given me the number of the Vogue journalist. " Malcolm tried to argue, excitedly, but s'impappinò.

elegantly So he chose to cash in that part of its brain would have applauded enthusiastically the savoir faire of her child, while the rest of him would have gladly taken a slap. He nodded his head, then left her alone.

was only then that Vivi, after a sigh of relief as he closed again and lock the door of his room, allowed herself to calm down. Anger darkened the thoughts, poisoning the breath, the breath-taking. He quickly rushed mind local and on the computer, hoping that Claude was already at home and online.

Here. Bingo. Vivica did not ask if it was right or not what he would do. You feel it. The hands were shaking just smelling like under the influence of some powerful toxin, while wide-eyed with the strange boy was planning a radical change in the irresistible own destiny.

My Rottweiler Is Teething

Ep. 7: Mama Said - PART

Metallica, "Mama Said"




Here is the second Bites ^ ^ Smack (before the first , I recommend it: P)

was crouched next to her on stuffed sleeping bag. Kylie opened her eyes, no trace of tears in his voice thin. Distinctly in the silence of prefabricated metal plate, before the eyes closed a slightly drowsy Kim, the girl spoke, "Mom." The girl's eyes opened wide in an instant.

"What did you say, pastrocchietta? Ridillo! Ridillo, please! "Kim said in a tone of supplication hopeful, stringendosela next as he stood up to sit in a hurry. The monkey squatted down in his favorite holiday, between the knees of her mother, and spoke again.

"Mam-ma! Mam ... ma! "spelled across the little girl with a fair bit of laughter in the voice in a hand biting, shy and proud at the same time. The girl felt die from happiness, raising that little bundle with a thousand delightful tenderness. His daughter, finally, had spoken his first word. And that first, sweet word was herself. The joy felt at the time that Kim was so and that the young man asked what was the last time she had felt that way.

He could not remember, soon lost in the dark depths of memory. So he jumped up and drove back to those dark thoughts on today focus on the here and now, namely Peperina on his reason for living. "You're the best thing that has ever combined the mother life, toad. Today you and I'll have a chat, miss, no excuses! "He joked.

placing it on the cover that made her cot ruffled, Kim was asked if it was possible to teach some other small little word now that he had shown all alone to be perfectly able to speak. She did not maternal figures refer to. His life was full of drop-outs. He had no idea how to proceed with Kylie, but decided that if things had come - not without difficulty, mind you - at that happy point, then perhaps as a new mother was not a total failure. Therefore, squatting on the ground too, took the marmocchietta and put it in his lap.

like her so impressive and very ready to learn, Kylie looked at her with those big curious eyes, opening a toothless smile, "Mom!" trilled yet. Kim brightened. They spent a wonderful afternoon.

***

pulled Rain out of a suitcase, wrapped by a huge concern. Things were not going exactly as he had dreamed. The decision seemed better for all concerned, then, was to step aside for once and get away from Tsegi night, in order to clear his mind and allow Grace of not having to feel under the overwhelming pressure of his presence there, a few steps from home.

While giving himself the spineless, trying to suppress the lump in my throat that takes your breath away, heard the trill of the telephone cut through the unnatural silence of the house and literally jumped up, with nerves on edge and a painful grimace. Racing to respond, with the sixth sense that gli solleticava ferocemente la nuca.

 

Alla richiesta d’aiuto della signora May, Rain scattò sull’attenti: in un batter d’occhio era già sul suo furgoncino di seconda o terza mano, diretto a tutta birra verso l’unico luogo dove razionalmente il piccolo Sam avrebbe potuto dirigersi: il campo. Rain non c’era mai stato, né aveva mai avuto contatti diretti coi Gypsies, ma non gli sembrò the case to be a quibble: it had to be the hero for Grace until a few moments before had been afraid that it can not be ever. Arrived in front of the colorful caravan, brakes and went down in a flash. Of children, not even the shadow.

"Excuse me, I'm a boy looking up something like this. He has red hair and disappeared from home a couple of hours ago started ...", Rain turned to the elderly woman sitting in the mall to look cool in front of the coaches. "And why do you look for it here? Always the same old horror story about gypsies who kidnap the children? "Interrupted the old Aster, an amused glint in his eye. "But no, it appears, is that in recent days has made friends with a girl that I could live with you and this morning it has reached. Absolutely did not want to offend anyone, forgive me, "Rain said in a tone of apology, blushing.

Aster chuckled: "Boy, do not even recognize a joke if you will sit on! Jewel and her boyfriend are right there, to comb the grass, "he muttered with a smile, pointing to a point nearby. "Thank goodness. Can I go talk to him? You know, is very shaken by something that happened yesterday morning e. .. ", attempted to articulate Rain, still embarrassed, but was interrupted again. "Talk about crazy mom? Do not worry, Jewel has seen many and Samuel - it's called, is not it? - Will recover soon. Children are, by their immense fortune, creatures far more durable and forgiving of the fools adults can imagine. But now it 'to take it back, before the family send us against the counter-terrorist units! Ah, e. .. I almost forgot: do not worry a good time. The wind change, sooner or later. "

Con una risatina, Aster si avviò verso il carrozzone verde, senza aggiungere altro e senza accennare minimamente un saluto. Rain scrollò le spalle, vagamente irritato, e si avviò nella direzione suggeritagli da quella stramba vecchina. “Sammy!”, chiamò a bassa voce.

 

Il bimbo era seduto in terra accanto alla sua graziosa compagna di giochi, mentre tutti intenti giocavano con sassi e fili d’erba for some mysterious ritual child. They seemed absorbed and concentrated, delighted by their mutual presence, and had not noticed the slightest of his arrival. The Rossini finally looked up.

"Oh! Mr. Specter ... I wanted to say, Mr. Storm! What are you doing here? It 'was the mother to send her, right? "The boy said quickly, standing up. "Your mother does not matter that much, little man. Come, let's chat. " Jewel gave her a kiss on her cheek to her boyfriend, leaving him happily shocked and walked away.

The man and child were now alone in the territory "alien", linked by reasons less obvious than one might suppose, and not sufficiently familiar with each other. But Samuel had not forgotten their gratitude to this strange gentleman, and spoke to him with the solemn and funny expression of an adult ten years. Rain, meanwhile, listened motionless and focused, determined to take damn serious about this brave man cub. Then he explained to the child how much patience was needed with a mother sick with melancholy, and yet the sorrow felt at that moment Grace all'accorgersi he had lost his treasure. Then this would not be too many words. Soon the man and the child, side by side, they would return home. Together.

***

Jewel was happy. In through the door to take refuge in its dark red couch, lost in reverie about a thousand games that would teach her to Sammy already the next day, he saw that the adventure had ended quite well. Despite the reaction of the wicked witch, her boyfriend had run away from home just to come to her to check she was all right. It was not a knight and fearless, this? "Just like in fairy tales," thought the brunette with a smile. Now he was left with that man with long hair long, but would return soon. And the hours spent with him were actually flown in an instant. They had talked a lot, Sammy had apologized, and Jewel had also realized that maybe the wicked witch was not so bad. Of course you were really funny, these moms ...

"Much better than Aunt Aster," Jewel said it with no regrets grabbing her favorite storybook to think about the very few images of her mother, who struggled more and more memory to recall. Bal was a brave brother: after the death of her mother, the tragedy of which fortunately kept small not remember - had just a year then - he had dealt with the frugoletta as best she could. Aster not until she ran to rescue them, at least: and since then they had not separated anymore. Jewel interrupted the flow of memories, numb. Then, with the blissful sleep of innocence healer, went to meet his daily nap with the light of early afternoon that filtered down from the tax.

Bal, meanwhile, opened my eyes without being immediately aware of being a bandwagon than their own . He sat up abruptly, confused. He blinked, dazed by a strange feeling of numbness chemical, immediately sensed the soothing turquoise walls, so different from the deep red of which was lined his bedroom. "What the hell ...?", had time to think, dazzled by the vision lying beside him on that broad bed of Oriental style.

Emerald was there, on the blankets next to him, apparently asleep in a shroud of night tachycardia. Balthazar was horrified: it could perhaps have taken advantage of the lowly woman of his dreams, and what was worse, having no memory?

While trying to remember what happened after the Machiavellian Claude had locked him in there, the eyes fell on the cabinet bottom and it was littered with bottles at the entrance of the caravan, the other environment. In a moment all was burned into his mind, and was relieved (and a hint of regret) that he realized to have a clear conscience and no memory of sin to be recovered.

Less than four hours before, when he realized it could not escape the bandwagon without creating a mess Em memorable Bal's friend tried to look in the confined space before him. Surprised not to see her, she heard a lullaby softly from behind the only door in that this small: the tiny tiled bathroom. It was not his intention spying, but the door was just ajar, and so ... Bal blushed at the memory. Em was there, dazzling appearance, who sang in the shower to relax and pass himself off the fierce anger against the plague of his sister. But he would have done the worst figure of history, invading privacy without notice. So he had moved away, moving towards her bed in the grip of little uplifting visions that he did not know how to control.

had to distract looked around, embarrassed. Alongside some liquor bottles on a table full of junk, had noticed a bottle from the air inviting. Hoping to be brave with a cowardly action that he believed to be homemade grappa, Balthazar he had poured a glass. Illus. After all, they were or were not witches in the grass those with whom he had to do?

He felt faint, his knees gave way. He had asked for help. Em must have rushed to his aid, because Bal believed to have had an unforgettable flash of her in a bathrobe ... Or if it was the dream? The rest did not remember much.

a meow at his side startled him. No, it was Nyx: that was the languid sound of the throat that apparently produced the Emerald awakening. Bal did not know how to justify his presence is still there, but before he could stand to gain the door and groped he found himself staring at two bright eyes that were laughing. Em was awake. Em stared.

Em kissed him.