The dance of seven veils Part 1

The dance of seven veils Part 1

Hazel

Dinner with them wasn't so bad. Lolla and I hardly spoke at all, I avoided looking at her too much. Jonathan comments on the two days he'll be at home, without much enthusiasm. There's no way to rest peacefully in the situation he's in. He doesn't seem very eager to eat, but at least he's set aside the glass of whisky. This time, upon finishing, I ask for leave, but not permission. Just out of politeness.

Even though I've been lying down for quite some time, I can't sleep. I feel worried after seeing him drink. Before lying down, I had gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water and saw him alone in the living room again with a glass in his hand. Did he go to bed?

I get up and look around the house. I hear some movement in the living room, and decide to see what is happening. I imagine that Jonathan is still drinking. Maybe his problems at work are worse than I thought. I walk barefoot, without making a sound, and stop at the end of the corrido