TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS
I sighed once, twice, three times during the time I was doing a mantra for the purpose of calming myself down and acting normal.
Focus, Helena. Face it like the sensible woman you are.
Yes, I drank too much, yes. And I talked too much, too. So what, who never, right?
I stared at the modern door and doubt arose. Did I pull, push or drag? Rico had a habit of making even the process of opening and closing difficult. What was the name of that thing again? Pivoting door, pyroling... Pivoting! I couldn't deny that it was wonderful. I moved the silver handle forward and the door opened, revealing a long corridor ahead. Uncertain, I followed my intuition and walked down its length, hoping I wouldn't