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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