towel. Amelia thought she had never done in her life embroidery. She did not know if ever would have that gift of doing so.
"When you and Juan Carlos married I want you to live here with us. The house is huge, and sometimes I'm alone, you'd be a perfect partner for me"
She smiled. Amelia shrugged and gave a less excited smile.
"Sometimes I think your son does not like. He is only with me because he sees in me his old girlfriend"
She confessed and looked down. However Fatima continued embroidering. She realized that the girl was not sure about the feelings of her son. This kind of insecurity was normal in the minds of girls at the age of Amelia.
"Nonsense! You must not think like that. He likes how you are inside, not your appearance"
Amelia looked to Magnu’s back and saw him sitting at a round table, with his son. At that time he moved a chess piece aside and Juan Carlos touched his lips with his index finger, the young man was aware of the game and never looked around.
"You overboard it’s great!"
Amelia said, after looking away from the image of his future father. It felt strange whenever she looked at him.
***
"Do you sleep alone in this bed?"
Amelia asked, after entering a spacious room with his boyfriend. She stopped in the middle of it and seemed surprised. His room was beautiful. Those rooms seemed always saw in novels.
"Yes, I do"
He said putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Automatically his shoulders almost were touching both sides of the face. Amelia rolled her eyes at his picture and realized that it was more charming and more beautiful than it already was.
Later, Juan Carlos looked down as he kicked the wind. He had this habit when he was withdrawn.
"I thought that the double beds were only for married people. Although Marianne sleeping alone in bed that was hers and my father"
She said innocent and her boyfriend laughed. Always he released a discreet smile when Amelia said things in a naive way.
After that, Amelia looked sideways and saw a picture of a girl with dark hair. The photo was on the headboard of the child.
"She's Lucy?"
"Yes"
He said and looked down. The young man had forgotten to hide the image before his girlfriend put an eye on it.
Soon the girl's fingers grabbed the frame and stared at the picture. Her lips moved slowly and she exclaimed surprised voice.
"We are like a clone!"
"Yes" - He said looking at her. - "It is not a coincidence that we say you're a lot like her"
Despondent, Amelia placed the portrait in place and his dark eyes went to the corner. They saw a huge dark gun hanging on the wall. A machine gun. That left completely confused.
"Would you like guns?"
She questioned looking at her boyfriend. John's face flushed, but he seemed sincere in his response.
"From childhood. I have a passion for them"
The look of the girl became very aggressive towards her boyfriend. She asked with haughty voice.
"How can you like something like that? Something that takes lives from people?"
John looked up and bit one of the corners of the mouth.
"Even if I explain, you never would understand"
Hurriedly, she put her hair behind her ears and she began to speak looking down.
"I have little fear of weapons. My dad had some, but I never had the courage to approach and touch it. I panic, just to see it"
She stared at him.
"That gun is just a mediocre object"
He said Juan took the gun from the wall of his room and held in his hands. Amelia pulled away, taking a few steps backward. She kept looking alarmed at the picture of your loved one carrying a weapon. He looked like a child. His blue eyes looked to the dark object with passion.
"But the hand of a man, which is a threat"
The boy said looking at the face alarmed of Amelia. She wrapped her arms back, trying to find refuge and her voice cried in great fear.
"I want to go!"
Chapter 21
FEAR TO WEAPONS
"What face is that?"
Marianne smoking her cigarette, staring at the
"When you and Juan Carlos married I want you to live here with us. The house is huge, and sometimes I'm alone, you'd be a perfect partner for me"
She smiled. Amelia shrugged and gave a less excited smile.
"Sometimes I think your son does not like. He is only with me because he sees in me his old girlfriend"
She confessed and looked down. However Fatima continued embroidering. She realized that the girl was not sure about the feelings of her son. This kind of insecurity was normal in the minds of girls at the age of Amelia.
"Nonsense! You must not think like that. He likes how you are inside, not your appearance"
Amelia looked to Magnu’s back and saw him sitting at a round table, with his son. At that time he moved a chess piece aside and Juan Carlos touched his lips with his index finger, the young man was aware of the game and never looked around.
"You overboard it’s great!"
Amelia said, after looking away from the image of his future father. It felt strange whenever she looked at him.
***
"Do you sleep alone in this bed?"
Amelia asked, after entering a spacious room with his boyfriend. She stopped in the middle of it and seemed surprised. His room was beautiful. Those rooms seemed always saw in novels.
"Yes, I do"
He said putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Automatically his shoulders almost were touching both sides of the face. Amelia rolled her eyes at his picture and realized that it was more charming and more beautiful than it already was.
Later, Juan Carlos looked down as he kicked the wind. He had this habit when he was withdrawn.
"I thought that the double beds were only for married people. Although Marianne sleeping alone in bed that was hers and my father"
She said innocent and her boyfriend laughed. Always he released a discreet smile when Amelia said things in a naive way.
After that, Amelia looked sideways and saw a picture of a girl with dark hair. The photo was on the headboard of the child.
"She's Lucy?"
"Yes"
He said and looked down. The young man had forgotten to hide the image before his girlfriend put an eye on it.
Soon the girl's fingers grabbed the frame and stared at the picture. Her lips moved slowly and she exclaimed surprised voice.
"We are like a clone!"
"Yes" - He said looking at her. - "It is not a coincidence that we say you're a lot like her"
Despondent, Amelia placed the portrait in place and his dark eyes went to the corner. They saw a huge dark gun hanging on the wall. A machine gun. That left completely confused.
"Would you like guns?"
She questioned looking at her boyfriend. John's face flushed, but he seemed sincere in his response.
"From childhood. I have a passion for them"
The look of the girl became very aggressive towards her boyfriend. She asked with haughty voice.
"How can you like something like that? Something that takes lives from people?"
John looked up and bit one of the corners of the mouth.
"Even if I explain, you never would understand"
Hurriedly, she put her hair behind her ears and she began to speak looking down.
"I have little fear of weapons. My dad had some, but I never had the courage to approach and touch it. I panic, just to see it"
She stared at him.
"That gun is just a mediocre object"
He said Juan took the gun from the wall of his room and held in his hands. Amelia pulled away, taking a few steps backward. She kept looking alarmed at the picture of your loved one carrying a weapon. He looked like a child. His blue eyes looked to the dark object with passion.
"But the hand of a man, which is a threat"
The boy said looking at the face alarmed of Amelia. She wrapped her arms back, trying to find refuge and her voice cried in great fear.
"I want to go!"
Chapter 21
FEAR TO WEAPONS
"What face is that?"
Marianne smoking her cigarette, staring at the
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