chapter 6

Leonor juice narrating:

Waking up in bed, I realized it was empty. Different from what I imagined, even after having spent a whole night awake, I didn't feel sleepy, and it was still nine in the morning. I went downstairs, Call wasn't home, neither was his bag of papers from the service, he had gone to work, even drunk, even without sleep, the messy sofa made me see that he had dozed off there for at least an hour, without giving a damn. the job of lying down next to me in bed, there was no coffee, no flowers, much less a note, it was our tradition, as if it were something that only belonged to us, but whenever we made a mistake, or we had a fight, to prepare coffee and a written note that had bothered us was the starting point of finding calm for a conversation. And oddly enough, it really worked, because whenever there was a note and a coffee we remembered how we respected and cared for each other in our relationship and Call came up with the idea of ​​writing our feelings down