Transmuted : Love Of An Evening のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Tijuana, Northern Mexico  "Mama! Can I go play with Rosa now?" Ginny blows her chubby cheeks, pulling her mother's dress. If she doesn't get permission to go, she will continue to pout the whole day.Alyona glances at her daughter. "Dear Gin, you just came back from your school. How about we go to our boathouse, get fresh and eat something, then you can go play?""But, then I will be late!" she rolls her eyes and stops in front of their boat. "Mama, don't worry, I'm not hungry. And also if I get hungry, I can always eat Rosa's mother's food. Aunt cooks so good, but you always forbid me to eat those typical meals.""Honey," her mother leans to her. "Those meals are chilly and spicy, they aren't good for your health. We're habituated in our normal American food, aren't we?""Spicy food aren't good for me, then I can always eat Tres Leches cake and other desserts," the little girl says stubbornly, trying to release her hand from her

Samlin Greenham    I intertwine my hands together and inhale sharply, then glance at my parents. My mother is holding a tea cup in her hand, briefly sipping at times. My father is sitting motionlessly at the sofa, his eyes focusing at the white wall. In a few past days, he has lost weight, dark circles appeared around his eyes and he has been quiet."Okay. Um," I clear my throat. "Dad and Mom, I wanted to talk with both of you, 'cause I think__ you have answers, er, to some questions. You have been calm since the day you_ got out from the prison. I think you need to talk with us, Dad. You know, share things of whatever is going on," I look at my mother, she nods at approval."I didn't get out, Sam. I broke out," he says, glancing at me. "I'm not of afraid of any police. Because it's just a matter of time before Malum and Reggae target me again.""Because you have the video of a murder, which could reveal their true faces, don't you?" I ask

Samlin GreenhamAfter eating lunch, I lie on the bed and steadily place my head on his chest. He tucks me in by his arms and I close my eyes.   When he first confessed to me four years ago, we didn't rush things like kissing or having physical relationship. At midnight, he used to come in my bedroom and lie beside me. Just like now, I used to lie my head on his chest and inhaled his scent deeply and he would softly kiss me goodnight. We knew and realised that our relationship wasn't simple, it was real and intense. "Who is Lake?" I ask him a minute later, wrapping my hand around his waist."She was our neighbor, when we were at, you know, Edgemont," he replied. "I always thought she had a crush on my brother, but didn't truly express it once. But now, they are like friends.""Oh," I say. "She seems like a nice girl.""She is. Just a little talkative."   Lynn starts to brush my hair idly with his fingers. I

San Francisco, USA September, 2016    Mahone tightens the knot of his black tie around his neck, then fixes the collar of his coat. Actually, suit-coat always makes him feeling uneasy, but since it's a mourning day, he can't go there with his usual outfits.    It has been three days since Garrett Greenham died. His daughter Samlin is sick, haven't waken up from coma yet in hospital, it was obvious that she would have a nervous breakdown again. Her mother was devastated after seeing them, she still is. The Greenham family has already declared the news of his death in the mass media, said the cause was an unknown assailant's gunshot. The police and detectives are investigating the case, but it's useless. Lynn and Mahone clearly saw who did that and the cops won't do anything about that, because The Conditorem always controls them. Since this two brothers brought his dead body, police questioned and suspected them, too, but

Lynn Vandestine "I-I wanna be drunk," she pouts her lips, stumbling over his shoulder. "L-let m-me d-drinkkk, s-swe-eet baby," she slurs her words, mumbling.Lynn straightens her, looking at her puffy, red eyes. "Sweet baby? I think you are already drunk, Sam. How about I carry you and send you home? Your mother wants to see you," he says in a soft tone.She slaps his hands away, then glances at the bartender. "Nooo! I wanna drink m-more. Give me two glass of Margarita. See, this girl with me? S-she will drink with me, t-too!"  Lynn thanks his friend Ray in mind for tracking her phone, otherwise he wouldn't find her in this bar. These kinds of bars are obviously dangerous for lonely girls, more she's drunk now. He sighs and pays the bill with his credit card, thinking that no wonder she used a fake ID card to order drinks. "C'mon, you have drunk enough. Time to go home," he takes her purse and puts her arm around her, watching her steps. They