The capital’s woman

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           “ 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 for me is oxygen. You who live in the province you consider that towns are impersonal, chaotic, dangerous, inhumanes. You emblazon your villages and your small human cities because you know everyone and everything about them. You feel great that wherever you go - in the bakery, the bank, the pavilion, the church - you will find people to greet. That wherever you go you will know - and if you don’t someone well wisher will tell you - for who has problems with his job, his wife or his child, who became ill, who was fired, who owes, who hunger eternally. "

            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 inhuman, you are. You leave a child to be tortured! "

              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.