“ I’ m drowning; I do not want
to know ..." Isabel had said lately.
"Why? So what if you know? What do you
care? " he always answered.
"It's a heavy load Peter, I
can not stand! I
have not learned to live that way. I can not breathe. The cloud of Athens
That night they had gone to a wedding. All day long Isabella was grumbling
and cried.
"Why you not do something
Peter? After all you know!"
"Like what?"
"I don’t know; something to
stop it. Don’t you grieve the little girl? She lost her father, she’s became
an orphaned and now her mother marries a bum. This
punk who’s the mother is not enough for him, but he wants the daughter also. Claire
is only sixteen years! Who will protect her now that her mother is blind? Now that the beast will be in her
own home? That's why I hate you. That’s why life drowns me here. You may know but you do nothing. I can’t
afford it. There
isn’t life in Athens
Angry Isabel, during the mystery, doesn’t
left Claire from her eyes. She couldn’t detach from the despair that the child was
leaving. She continued to looking after her and later, at the wedding party.
It was past midnight
when the groom-stepfather tried to lure at the packed dance floor Claire. She refused, she pulled sharply, she
took her bag and a bottle of wine from a table and she lost running to the
semidark garden.
Isabel knew that she sould not meddle
but when she saw that the time was passing, the small girl didn’t returned and
no one seemed to cares about it, jumped from her chair and ran out before Peter
saw her and stop her.
She looked around but she saw
nothing. She walked down on the paved path until the end and then she had to walk over
the grass, with high-heeled sandals to hinder her walking. Her attention caught a low moan
behind the roses. She’s afraid. She had to be hurry. She threw her shoes and she ran thither. She hadn’t enough time to find the path, so
she passed through from the flowers and shrubs and she tried to see her. She staring panickly right and left when
she saw the pink dress. Be fallen down, nearly unsensible, along with an empty
bottle, a half-open bag, and also a empty box of pills.
"My
little girl ..." she whispered.
At the same time heard
Peter called her.
"Peter! Help! Hurry! Here, behind the bushes. Call an ambulance!
"
"You are cruels ..." she tammered while the
ambulance was leaving whistling and she fainted in Peters arms.
