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- Elene stop bothering this young man and bring your ass back here.
- But grandma, I didn't do anything, she said, smiling at me viciously.
- How's your mother Petter ? asked Madame Devagio.
- She is fine.
"We all pray that she'll make it," she cried again from her living room.
I smile sadly. The evocation of this subject knew how to give me the blues.
- By any chance, do you know what the grocer did ? From what they say ...
- No, I don't know the lease. The vioque, I have to finish my bath, so if you will allow it, I would like to please take it to your place.
- You can take it here, there is no problem. All the same, you're sure you don't know the story with the grocer ...
- Thank you vioque ! And for the umpteenth time, I don't know the lease. I finished with a weak smile.
Elene invited me in. His wink was accompanied by a flirtatious smile. I paid no more attention and headed for the shower.
Hot water spread over my skin. In addition to not being cold, this water did me a lot of good, especially in this period of cold.
When I finished, I was going to thank Ms. Devagio. The latter insisted an umpteenth time to know if I was not aware of the leases with the grocer.
Laughter, I left. At my heels, Elene. This redhead stopped me by holding my towel, which almost knocked her off.
Elene didn't seem to have got it, I had decided to put an end to the girls. Even though the girl in the bay window intrigued me.
Ever since my eyes had rested on her, in my thoughts, it had only been her.
- Elene, I have my slap in your ass, maybe, that's what you would like to hear so that you leave me alone !
With a voice that barely hid her fear, she said to me :
- I just wanted to give you this bowl. I was planning to bring it to you earlier. It's not much, but you can build up your strength for your training, she said, looking away from mine.
His expression had shot my nervousness. A shy smile spread across my lips and I thanked her.
- I'm sorry, I tell her, leaving her.
I land in the kitchen. The fridge was empty, like my stomach. I closed it, the rust that formed on one of the edges crumbled. I consoled myself with the idea that I could fill it out tonight, pay the bills and everything else when I get my paychecks.
Three streets later and a few more turns. I was in front of Patty's bookstore. She was my employer. She took me for her handyman and her stooge. However, we shared a bond that existed between a mother and her son.
It was curious, the bookstore was still closed. By this time, Patty should be open.
I decided to go to the back room.
Everything looked normal. The lights were on, the smell of coffee saturated the air. I walked towards the door that led to the bookstore. I heard whispers. It sounded like a young man's voice mixed with Patty's. They were arguing ?
I looked through the opening of the door. A young man had flanked his gun at Patty's head.
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