VERY DELICATEShe was trembling. Completely regretful for inviting him to stay at her house, she left and walked through the condominium to clear her mind. She walked the entire length of the large space. She passed by Cilmo's, Jânio's, and Dercy's houses, and saw the lights on at Megay's house, so she entered without thinking.Her friend was sitting in the living room on the floor, holding a puppy that Clara had already seen running around the place. Megay and the little dog were playing on the living room carpet."Hi, sweetie," her friend greeted her warmly. "Hey, is everything okay?"Megay suddenly became serious when she saw her friend's expression."Ah, I'm so tired, Meg, and to be honest, I don't know if it's good for me to live here.""Oh, what happened?"The puppy, seeming to sense the tension, got out of Megay's lap and came wagging its tail towards Clara, who also sat on the floor and started petting him, and he wanted to lick her face."So many things have happened since I
SHOW AT THE MEETINGShe was applying makeup when she heard the alert of her cellphone, picking it up, she saw the audio message that Megan sent her. She listened to it and saw that the girl was excited and telling her that she was already on her way to the meeting.Clara got in Megan's car and set off. The traffic was smooth and she arrived at the meeting in no time. She parked and greeted the people; she remembered some from the previous meeting she had attended, but this time there were new faces for her. However, everyone warmly greeted her. The meeting was about to start, and she had not seen Megan yet. She went in and sat in the circle of chairs already arranged. The Serenity Prayer was said, and still no sign of Megan. When Marco started, everyone heard the young girl coming in.Megan was visibly drunk, and Clara's face instantly turned red when Megan approached with high-heeled sandals that made a loud noise on the floor. And it was not just the heels, it was also her voice:"G
FAST ATTACKLipe was in a tough situation with Lara at his house. According to what Clara told him, the girl had caused trouble during the meeting they went to and brought her back with them. He watched her sleep on her stomach, sprawled out on the bed, and stayed there for a long time listening to her snoring and occasionally saying incoherent words. Sitting on a chair facing the bed where she slept, with his elbows resting on his knees, he pondered ideas. He had invited her to go out for a drink. It had never crossed his mind that she was dependent, and during the three hours he spent there watching her sleep, some of the words he had said in his alcoholic coma, he noticed in the silence of the room that some were painful cries and she called for her mother, asked José to let her go, cried, and pleaded for him to leave her alone.Lipe lay down next to her when she cried desperately, struggled, and begged for her mother, for God, and for José to leave her alone, and spoke softly and
PARALYZE OR ACT?Lara still had one more thing to ask him, and she felt selfish after what she had already asked, but she would muster up the courage later and ask him."I will clean your house tomorrow, right?" she asked between bites of pancake."Yes, you can come later because unlike you, I sleep in. I like to wake up at eight-thirty. I've slept until noon before, and I don't mind," he laughed at her."Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow at eight-thirty, you sleepyhead, and not a minute later!" She took her plate to the sink. "I'll just clean your house tomorrow, you wash the breakfast dishes, and don't leave them for tomorrow, okay?""Damn it.""Seriously, Lipe, dirty dishes attract ants and even roaches. We caught a big roach at Otávio's house yesterday!""Okay, I'll wash them."Then Lara went to Megay's house, where she would do the cleaning today, and had arranged with Patrícia for their first therapy session at five in the afternoon. The first session wouldn't count, according to
ABSTINENCELara arrived home and felt afraid of being alone. She didn't avoid her neighbour this time and when she unlocked the gate, the woman's light turned on almost instantly. Lara waited for the woman to go out into the shared yard."Good evening, Lara. How are you?" asked Márcia."Well, Márcia. And you?" replied Lara."The same. Do you remember Father Cleiton? He finally showed up last week," said Márcia.Lara unlocked her door, trying to remember the subject the woman had previously mentioned."Oh, that's good news," she commented, hoping it was the right answer."Yeah, he said that Marília should stay single unless she goes back to her husband. It wasn't adultery, right? So, she either stays alone or goes back to him," explained Márcia.Lara couldn't remember who Marília was or what they were talking about."Do you want to come in?" Lara invited her in, and Márcia didn't waste time entering before Lara changed her mind."Were you working?" Márcia asked, sitting at the kitchen
HEAVY BATTLE It took a few minutes for Lara to feel a little better. Better enough to sit down. Her stomach instantly improved, and her head was no longer spinning. Her nausea had weakened, but she still trembled. It was the first time she had experienced withdrawal like this, but it was also the first time she had gone so long without consuming alcohol. Shame. Shame about her humble home, shame about the psychologist being there. The disparity in their financial situations was glaring. Patrícia didn't fit in that two-room house in the community, and even though Lara was proud of her little house and found it tidy, seeing the psychologist there was strange and didn't match. Patrícia wore a cream-coloured suit that reached her ankles. Underneath, she wore a high-necked salmon blouse. The pants were formal, beige with tiny flowers that were barely visible. Her low-heeled sandals were adorned with intricate decorations. "Do you feel a little better?" Patrícia asked. "Yes, thank you."
FARM TOMORROWOn that same day, Lara began the process of seeking help to stop drinking.Patrícia helped her take a shower, assisted her in getting dressed, and put her in the car to go to the psychologist's friend, a psychiatrist who worked at a clinic for addicts.Lara remained silent in the car for the forty minutes it took to reach the clinic. She didn't want to tell Patrícia that she was dying to drink again, that the dose she had taken didn't sustain her and she needed more.Dr. Roger personally attended to them and was in the clinic's veranda courtyard, located in a rural area, forty-five minutes away from the city centre."Will he be able to help me?" the girl asked softly when she saw the guy stand up and walk towards the car, smiling. "He looks like he's in preschool!""Don't underestimate him, my dear, he's an excellent doctor.""I pictured him being over fifty years old.""He must be approaching that age," Patrícia said, and when the doctor approached closer, Lara could se
JOINT CLEANINGLipe was worried about Lara. He hadn't talked to her anymore after she slept at his house. He called her several times throughout the day, but she didn't answer or return his calls.He was at Dalia's house, measuring the walls for the furniture he would make for her, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking that Lara might be out there drinking or going through something and needing help.He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't the type to ask for help. She tended to push away people who offered to help her."Lipe, can you also measure some parts in the backyard where I want to have a gourmet kitchen?" Dalia interrupted his thoughts."Sure, Dalia, but don't you think it's better if we focus on the living room and bedrooms first?""That could work, but I'm anxious to have everything measured so we can start gradually making the furniture. Lipe, do you think it will take a long time for the furniture to be ready after the renovation I'm doing?""