A DIFFERENT INTERACTION SUNDAY“ Is this your little girl?” asked a lady sitting in a spaghetti chair at the front door. The retirement home was two stories high, a large house that looked more like a church. The lady must have been almost eighty years old, her eyes dull but lively, a pair of glasses hung on a small chain on her large bust, and when she saw them coming, she stood up, and Clara noticed that she was walking with her back bent.“ Hi, Eva, yes, this is my little girl, Clara.” Kelly was shorter than the little lady, but she had to bend down to kiss her wrinkled cheek. Eva also had bowed legs, as if the years were weighing her down. The artificial teeth, long in need of being replaced, small teeth that once were certainly bigger, were worn down, especially the front ones, and made her smile look strange.“ Hi, Eva," Clara greeted her, extending her hand, but the woman pulled her into a tight hug, making her disappear against her large, sagging breasts.“ You are beautifu
HORROR CINEMA SESSION“ I don't understand how he kept talking to her like she wasn't his mother, Kelly!”Clara was stunned by Gildo and Maria's strange conversation. It didn't make any sense to her, and she couldn't wait until they left to ask her stepmother about it. They were in the car after loading it with fruits and meats that Santa gave her.“ Thank you for not asking both of us anything.”“ But I really wanted to.”“ I understood, so I asked you not to. Alzheimer's disease, little princess, steals a person's memory. Maria, for some years now you can't remember anything or anyone.”“ But her own son?”“ Sad, no? But the disease is sad indeed. It affects the memory and erases some memories, good or bad. And he, her son, visits her every weekend, he loves her very much and even though she doesn't remember him, he remembers her, you know?”“ I think so. That's really sad. Are all old people like that, do they forget?”“ Thank God no. She doesn't forget to eat.”“ Doesn't she forge
FRIENDS?Kelly remained seated as she was. She was used to the common reaction like Cassia's. Not that it would ever make her sad. She, like most, had not given her an opening and that was all she could do, just make first contact. Now it would be with Cassia.Kelly went into the pool for a while and then came out, grabbed a book from her purse to read. Hearing the squeals of joy from her stepdaughter and her little friend Sula, Kelly lowered the book onto her thighs, finding it strange that Sula was still there. Her hat wide over her head, the sun strong, she frowned and covered the sun with one hand; she saw the two little friends playing right in the pool in front of her. Sula's little brother was with them and was banging his little hands in the water, splashing the girls with his childish squeals.The three of them were playing together, and she hadn't seen them coming. Looking around, she saw Cassie sitting on the chair next to her.Cassia was looking straight ahead, sitting sti
RELEASE"We were on our way back home when he was still ranting, driving and talking about how stupid doctors are and how they don't pay attention to patients who complain. That's when I put my hand on his arm and told him that the doctors might be right. It's like he woke up, you know, and actually listened to me. He asked what I meant by that and I told him that maybe my body will always be like this, or at least until the baby is older. I told him I saw a news report about it, saying that some women take months, if not years, to get back to their pre-pregnancy body, and some never do. He looked at me like I was crazy. He asked me if I wanted to continue with that body, that way, and before I could even answer, he said that if it were him, he'd rather die."Oh my God, Cássia, I'm so sorry.""Yeah, that's when I started verbally attacking him. I told him I was fine the way I was, that I loved myself, actually. He laughed and said he knew I was joking. Every word he spoke felt like a
FACING GERARD"It was during the following week at school that Sula, her little friend, told her that her father had left home and now lived somewhere else. The months went by and Sula always commented to Clara that her mother was very happy and playful. That her mother was becoming more and more different and now it was the father who seemed sadder. She had seen him cry, but didn't understand much of what he and her mother were talking about. And he visited them every evening, tried to hug her mother, perhaps wanting to move back in with them, but her mother smiled and said they were better off this way, and according to Sula, they really seemed better off.All of this went through Clara's mind. Very quickly, like a sped-up movie, she saw the events of so many years ago and those that followed. Kelly had shown her how to act in cases of abuse, and all the bells in her head went off since Gerard's call. At the bottom of the stairs, her chin trembling with anxiety, she looked into the
POST-WAR LAUGHTER CRISISSandro, take us to Paradise," Linda asked the driver, who was lying down in the car, calmly unaware of what had happened inside the mansion.Sandro put on his cap, still a bit groggy from the interrupted sleep. Otávio went around the car and opened the door for his mother to enter, then opened the other door for Clara and the housekeeper to enter as well."But Megan's car..." Clara started to say as the car pulled out of the garage."Leave it there, dear. Sandro will pick it up tomorrow morning. We're only leaving now because when he recovers, God help us!" Linda reassured her about the car."What happened?" Sandro finally understood that something serious had happened. Otávio, beside him, explained:"Clara attacked Gerard.""What?!" Sandro shouted inside the car, his strong, deep voice bouncing around in the small space of the imported car. "What are you talking about? Is he hurt?""You'll crash the car, man, just drive!" Linda insisted, looking back to see i
AN UNUSUAL BOY"Otavio, as expected, did not react at all. He simply turned his back and left, leaving them laughing. Only then Clara recovered from the laughter that had overtaken her. Wiping the tears of laughter, she left the room and followed him. He had gone to his room, she saw when he closed the door. Fully recovered and thinking she might have offended him in some way, after all what they had gone through, especially his mother, was not funny at all.Giving three light knocks on the door, she entered."Otávio," she called, and he was standing in the room, pulling off his shirt. This momentarily left her static. He was in his room, and she was invading his privacy.Otávio turned to her, not seeming to mind her invading his personal space, with one raised eyebrow, he looked at her. It was so rare for him to look directly into her eyes, and being so comfortable, seeing that she was standing there speechless, he sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes. Clara approached m
TRANSACTING, NOT FOR PITY'S SAKEClara needed to distract her mind a little and there was nothing better than being among new friends, celebrating, having fun to forget the tension of the day and hours ago. Everything still seemed like a painful echo in her mind. So many things to think and reflect on, and one of them was the fact that Lara wouldn't let go of her drink."Hey, mister hair, so glad you made it!!!", Cannibal shouted from inside the pool, greeting her happily. She still couldn't believe she would live there; it seemed like a wonderful dream."Damn, girl, you took too long for your own party, man!" Dercy, foul-mouthed, in a swimsuit inside the hot tub, smiled at her."Thank you, friends, you have no idea how happy I am to be here with you and be a part of Paradise," she shouted for everyone to hear. A champagne glass was placed in her hands and she didn't even know by whom. Raising the glass, she thanked them. "Thank you so much for accepting me here!""Cheers!!""Hooray!!