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
SELF SERVICE" What a pleasant surprise, Dahlia. I'm fine, thank you, and you?”" I'm fine too. Are you going to work? Or are you already working?”" I won't be in today until thirteen o'clock, I was having a quiet breakfast here because I'm having a quiet morning.”" No kidding! Can we have lunch together?”" Sure, of course.”" I'll meet you at Galileo, is that okay?”" Dahlia, I've never been to Galileo…”" Great day to get to know the place, it's really nice there, Clara, I'm sure you'll like it.”Clara had no doubt that she would like to, but the noble restaurant and coffee shop was not in line with her meagre means. She didn't need to know that a cup of coffee at Galileo's was expensive; she could buy two packets and drink them all month long. Seeing that the girl was taking a long time to answer, Dahlia spoke up:" I'm inviting you, Clara, so the bill is on me, okay?”" All right, but may I suggest another place?”" But of course, my dear!”" So let's meet on State Avenue, you
A THREATClara wanted to tell him that she wasn't upset, but the waiter came back to their table and again Dahlia asked him for another jug of the delicious juice." He is a man and you are a woman, you are young and I didn't see that. " Dahlia continued." Dahlia, my dear, believe me, I wasn't upset and I understand you completely. I understood you that day too and I shouldn't have said what I said to you. I know him little and even then, I know that he would never get involved with me. Octavian is a man who doesn't get romantically involved with anyone, I know that and that's fine with me. I can spend hours by his side with him in complete silence and for me it's fine!”Dahlia looked at her, listening to what she was saying, her eyes so similar to her son's. She mentioned to say something else, but Clara interrupted her:“Shall we help ourselves to some food? The salad was great, now let's choose some delicacies.”Dahlia then got up and together they went to the food court.Each put
WELCOME, CLARA“ I have to go to work, Meg, and I'm not going to wear myself out with this man.”Clara took the bus to work and even though she told Megan that she wouldn't think about it anymore, she couldn't forget. Taking advantage of the fact that a passenger got off, she sat down on the unoccupied seat and listened to Gerard's audio again, still with the same nonconformity. She called, not for the first time to Dahlia, and like the previous times she had called since Gerard had called, her friend's cell phone went straight to voicemail. Megan, before she left for work, had given him the idea to call his wife and also to send her a message on Instagram. Dahlia didn't answer or reply to the message, and Clara saw that she removed the photos she had posted of the two of them at the restaurant. Very strange.Clara ran the images through her mind of the first time she had seen Dahlia, on a video call. The woman had called her from an office in her home and had gone pale when her husba
HEAD ONClara saw that there was nothing on display ready for the boy's dinner and thought it best to wait to see if he would dine with his friends in the big house or order something.She put on a kettle to heat water and prepare some tea, brewed it and took it sitting at the table. Otávio appeared exactly forty minutes later. Entering the kitchen and pouring himself a cup of tea, he sat down on the table and stared at the tablecloth where Clara's cup was resting. She remained still and laughed when he couldn't stand it and straightened it, unfolded the fold that the tablecloth was making, misaligning the symmetry.“ Thank you for talking to the others so that I could live here, Otavio. I am very happy about this. I only found out now.”“ That's fine. And you're going to live here?” “ Only if I were an idiot not to accept this offer!” She exclaimed happily. And she seemed to see his expression change, he had liked her decision. “ Why didn't you answer my good night?” I hadn't planne
KELLY'S MEMORIES“What happened to your arm, Kelly?” Clara asked her father's fiancée, and even though she was a teenager, she noticed that the woman was embarrassed. Her father was also embarrassed by the direct question.“ Oh, that? It was an accident, Clair” It was her father who answered, but after Kelly's seconds of embarrassment, she hugged him and led him into the living room. Looking at her fiancé, the little girl's father, she smiled, as a gesture that everything was all right. Then she told him:“ Clair, you know that I work with people, right? People who need help, a word of affection, help getting housing…”“Don't they have a house to live in?” asked the shocked little girl." Some don't have any, others need to leave their homes and I help them, especially when there are children, like you.”" Why should they have to leave their homes? Will I have to leave my home too?”" No, dear, of course not.” Kelly pulled her into an embrace, smiling at her naivety. “ You never have
A SHOT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WEDDINGRenato, the husband Kelly had visited earlier in the week, was there at her wedding. And he was armed. Drunk and armed.David, an innocent and curious child, Bore's youngest son, was standing next to the deranged man.It was David who started screaming when Renato shot up. Some guests thought it was some kind of joke, part of the wedding. Kelly, in her beautiful cream dress, not at all adorned like a bride's. She had chosen a simple brocade dress with a high collar. What she didn't give up was her gloves. She had always thought brides wearing gloves were beautiful; hers was white and delicate, only one shade lighter than her dress, almost cream, ice white, her nails were well done, and a low heeled sandal with toes sticking out, matched her dress perfectly. Kelly was as white as her gloves, even though she was so well made up, the makeup didn't help at the moment, the colour ran from her face. The man with the gun was looking for her amidst the fort
I HATE STUDYING!In the middle of the night or early morning, Bore appeared in the hospital room with a bag containing clean clothes for his wife. He lay next to his daughter for a few minutes, telling her how strong and brave she was, and the daughter took the opportunity to hold on to her father and receive the manners he offered her, said she loved him, and when she woke up a few hours later, Kelly was with her, lying comfortably next to her and stroking her hair.“ You know what you did was dangerous, don't you, little princess? ” The low, caring voice. “ But that's what saved our lives.”“ Why did he show up there, Kelly, and why was he so nervous?” Her voice was firmer now.“ Remember I told you about the family I went to help, the wife and children who were suffering?”“ I remember. You got them out of the house.”“ The husband, who came to the house with the gun, is the wife's husband and he was nervous and blamed me for the wife leaving.”“ But it's his fault, he was the one
TWO YEARS LATER"It may seem like many people say that, but I'm being completely sincere when I say you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen!" Clara exclaimed as Megan entered her apartment."I hope she believes you, Clara, because I tell her the same thing every day and she doesn't believe me," Gregory said, entering behind his eight-month pregnant wife, who waddled with her pregnant swagger."I believe you, Greg, but when his godmother says it, I'm happy too," Megan said, sitting down with some effort and with Gregory's help. The two had been married for a year and seemed to be in a constant honeymoon phase. "Friend, I also never tire of saying that your apartment is the most beautiful I have ever seen.""I'm obliged to agree, and Dália helped me furnish it.""Dália has incredible taste, doesn't she?""Yes, look at this painting!" Clara pointed to the wall where a beautiful landscape canvas was hanging. It was exactly the painting of Paradise – she says it's for me
SO MUCH OLDER.When they left, Dália and Linda were buzzing with excitement, practically ready to take flight. Linda made calls to catering services, wanting everything to be perfect, and sent messages in the group, warning everyone and threatening anyone who thought about leaving tonight, as she wanted everyone present.Lara sent an audio message, saying she was heading to Márcia's house right now and promised to drag her along by her hair if she had to. Everyone responded with laughing and laughing emojis.Clara was practically dragged to the main house by Linda and Dália. Priscilla was already there with her boyfriend and their daughters, busy cleaning and organizing the house for the party later.Frank tried to help as much as he could, Jânio had left work to assist everyone, and Megan pulled Clara aside to tell her that this party would be good to get them out of the slump they were in. It was Clara's father's call that reminded her that she was supposed to be on her way to his h
RESCUEShe locked the living room door, trembling at the thought of him showing up, knowing she would hit him if he appeared there now. She paced around the room like a caged lioness. Hurt, devastated, and feeling dirty. She felt like the dirtiest woman on the face of the earth.Dália must have seen the lights on in her living room because minutes later she knocked on her door. And she only opened it because she recognized her friend's voice."Why was your door locked?" Dália asked as soon as she entered. "I couldn't sleep thinking about Jaqueline and Márcia, can you believe it? I'm going to make some coffee."Her friend didn't look at her and didn't notice how bad she was feeling. Clara thought it was better that way and shouted from the living room."Okay, I'll get ready and take a shower, and then I'll come to the kitchen."She really needed a shower and took a long one, hoping that the water would wash away some of her pain and anguish down the drain, and that her eyes wouldn't be
THERE ARE OTHER PLEASURES IN LIFE.And that's exactly how it went. Clara had a sleepless night. It was past midnight, and she was still stressed, thinking about how casually he had mentioned talking to her father, solving the problem, just like that. But by one in the morning, her feelings had changed, and she felt like a fool for getting upset and kicking him out of her house simply because he had said he would never have sex with her, ever! What kind of woman was she, getting rid of a man just because he said he would never sleep with her?But at two in the morning, she reconsidered. No, it wasn't about sex! The harsh reality of her situation with Otavio was that it was messy and strange. Perhaps deep down, she knew that it would have to come to an end someday. It wasn't about sex, it wasn't a relationship, it wasn't what they had. She knew that one day it would have to end, and now seemed just as good a time as any. A breaking point could come at any moment, even now.Reality final
I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with
YOU DON'T SLEEP HERE ANYMORE!"I still can't believe it," she said, lying on his chest in the morning. "I don't even feel the urge to drink.""God, that's the best thing I've heard in centuries," Lipe said, his voice husky and smiling."I didn't sleep with Murilo, Lipe. I know I've said it already, but I want to emphasize it.""It's okay, love. I believe you, okay?""Especially because I could only think of you since I left the hospital, and my mind was filled with thoughts of you all the time.""Lara, I'm so happy, and it's so unbelievable to me that I feel like I might be dreaming, you here with me, telling me that you love me." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with shining eyes."I don't understand why it's so hard to believe. I'd be crazy not to love you, love. I may be dependent, but I'm not insane. You're the most incredible guy who has come into my life, and it would be me not believing that you could love me. I just have to be grateful to the universe for
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a
LIGHTNING STORMMegan was thinking about Gregory even more now. She had stopped stalking him on social media a long time ago. It was too much suffering, why continue to do that, to hurt herself even more?Talking to Clara was always wonderful. It brought her relief and made her feel calm. But when she was alone, the thoughts assaulted her again. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it might be her ego screaming, that her longing for him was because she couldn't have him, that it was the desire for the forbidden, deep down she knew it wasn't just that. It wasn't a matter of ego; it was love in its most painful and absurd form. It was the love for someone who was already committed, and if he were single, they would be together, end of story. She wouldn't be the mistress for quick encounters, the other woman who patiently or anxiously waits for the married and committed man. She had self-respect and wouldn't lower herself to be the lover who regrets being with the husban
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco