PASSEDDahlia continued to lay bare the past:" Looking back now I see that it was a thing of fate. Romulo didn't allow another boy to approach me and ask me to dance, he wanted to enjoy every song with me. And he wasn't even supposed to be there, you know? It didn't take long for me to look for him in the middle of the party, when he left my side, can you believe that I missed him so fast, since I had just met him? " Dahlia laughed at this, at the memories. " We were so young, I mean, the guests there, not Romulo, although looking back now, I realise that he wasn't that much older than everyone else there. But the other guests already had their dates, their flirtations, those who were fond of each other, they didn't even mind that I was glued to the boy there. It was fate.”"Romulo took me to the garden, I remember that there were so many flowers, an explosion of colours and smells that intoxicated me. We sat on a bench in the garden and talked. He really talked to me, you know? Nobo
MATERNAL BOND" I had a very sensitive pregnancy, I was sick for almost eight months of my pregnancy. Romulo seemed like the happiest man in the universe, because he didn't leave my side during the whole pregnancy. His friend and partner ran the company and he took care of me. I was spoiled by him and my parents, as if I were a queen. Everything was wonderful, and when Otávio came into the world, we became an even more perfect family. As I told you, Otávio spoke and walked early, earlier than most children, but speaking, I think it was more for the challenge, because after he realised he could speak, he lost interest.” She smiled and took another sip of water. “ My days as a mother have been filled with discovery and joy. It was his father who discovered that he was special, as I told you, we took him to several specialists who found, after many years, that he was not autistic, but was within the aspect, you see? As his father used to say, 'He had one foot in autism and one foot out.”
MOTHER HEART" Otávio returned alone to his camping tent. Luckily, a family had camped near the tent that his father had set up and they came to ask him for matches to light a fire. They asked him if he was camping alone and he told them that he was with his father, but he had fallen off the waterfall three hours ago.”Clara thought that the woman had held back too much, but after telling this part, she fell into a convulsive cry and her body shook so much that Clara got up and hugged her, stood beside her, her own tears falling and she didn't know who she was crying for, the boy who had witnessed the tragic death of his father, the wife who had lost her husband, or the wonderful man who had been Romulo." If they hadn't asked him..." Dahlia tried to continue the story, choking, her eyes red, the pain mirrored in them, but he continued. “They thought he was joking, they couldn't believe that a boy could say that so naturally, a tragedy had happened! Later, the policemen called, thoug
DON'T GET INVOLVED!“ Of course it is something, son. You are my special boy, and any company would want to have you as an employee. It's just a fact, you are the best and you are my special baby.”Dahlia kissed her son's neck more, preventing him from bringing the cup to his lips. Clara smiled at them both and imagined that it was something important between them, since she knew that the boy wasn't a big fan of touch, he didn't like, as his mother had said, to be touched, but he didn't let go of her caresses, nor did he make any mention of doing so. He didn't even stiffen his body at his mother's contact, and that must have been very nice.Dahlia's cell phone rang in her expensive purse and it was she who stiffened her body. The smile vanished from her lips as if by magic and Clara could then see the transformation, however slight, in Otavio´s face. It seemed to her that he clenched his jaw slightly.“ Hi, Gerard,” Dahlia answered. Forcing a cheerful voice that seemed far from what
VEGAS Clara didn't go to the big house or to some friend's house in the condominium. For more than an hour she sat alone in Otávio's kitchen, mulling over the unusual and not at all normal afternoon she had spent. Meeting his mother and hearing all about her past, her son's childhood, the death of his father, had really moved her. The house was silent, Otávio in his office. She took her backpack and went to the guest room. What had Megan told her? That in the Paradise condominium there was no such thing as so and so's house, well, she would sleep right there. Last night had been an intense night, she and her friends had had a lot of fun and the sleep of the day had not erased all the tiredness. She was exhausted and after a restorative shower, the ritual of brushing her hair thirty times each strand, running a body cream, putting on her favourite worn sweater, she lay down on the guest room bed with her Kindle open on the book she had been reading for months, a wonderful duology by De
HOME AT LASTClara had a busy schedule this Tuesday and barely had time to stop. She had a snack at the snack bar of the salon and went back to work. The salon was really big and well known, and very busy. The employees would not give out their personal numbers, no matter how much some customers insisted on asking, or they would have no peace of mind. The waiting line was long, many had seen the ads that the franchised salon kept in all social networks, radio and TV. With three floors, the basement being only a gym and spa, Clara and her employees took turns to attend to clients and got tired just by walking around the gigantic space. Clara attended after lunch, a regular customer who came twice a week to take care of her hair, nails and skin. Gláucia liked to be seen in the ofuro area. Clara attended her in a special chair placed in the steaming hot tub, where she could relax while she took care of her hair. A manicurist would do her nails, and a dermatologist would take care of her
VIP TREATMENT“You look simply... wonderful!” Clara exclaimed, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek, took one of the girl's hands and spun around to get a better look at her.“I knew it was chic here, Megan told me” Lara spoke into her friend's ear, with a conspiratorial smile. “But I had no idea it was so chic! And look at you, you look beautiful too, the uniform looks perfect on your body.”Clara wore a uniform of pants and shirt with the salon's logo printed on the shirt. The uniform was light green, social, and on the pants there was a little purple belt that hung down the side of the body. Even the salon uniform was chic." Well, I'll treat you like a vip, okay? Let's go to room 13.”" And what would this hall 13 be? " Lara accompanied her and waved to everyone as they walked.“It is aimed at clients in hair transition. It's a lucky number, isn't it?”They went to the second floor and Lara was more and more excited about the welcoming environment. An assistant at the reception d
A DAHLIA CONNECTION“I know. We are all born atheists, right?” Patricia asked him, with a smile.“No, I kind of lost my faith when I was about fourteen or fifteen.” Lara explained.“Actually, Lara, we are all born atheists, we are not born believing in anything, it is imposed on us as children, by parents, uncles, grandparents, at school when we start pre"school. We never even question it, we simply believe in a superior being. Every country, every culture believes in a superior being, most of them in a god, no?”Clara watched the two talking, looked from one to the other and noticed that Lara had become thoughtful.“ I think so, you're right, we're not born believing in anything.”“ And when did you become an atheist again, you don't have to answer if you don't want to. We're just making small talk here.”Patrícia knew very well how to conduct a conversation, years of experience in the area should have prepared her very well to conduct a conversation.Maura was drying her hair, the n