Chapter 1
TIME OF YOUTH
Amelia sat politely in the hall of Mrs. Clotilde. Both were there for hours, talking and eating cookies and fresh coffee that had been prepared by Mrs. Clotilde. She loved the company of the young Amelia as visited. She has found a way to treat the girl with pampering for her to always back there.
“When I was your age, I always liked to be ready” - Said the lady, remembering her youth with nostalgia. – “I did it every evening in search of a prince”
Amelia then smiled and simply she smiled back.
“And you met this prince?”
She shook her head. – “I had found... But let it go, so today I live alone in this house”
The landlady looked around and her eyes lost their luster.
“Was he handsome?”
“Yes”
“Like my father?”
Clotilde smiled at such a comparison. Amelia was a woman who brought her much joy in that house and started by the smile of the young.
“He was different from all the men I knew”
She said full of thoughts. It seemed that her mind had made Ray X full of memories that made her lose.
During this period, strongly knock the door, Clotilde went to open. On the way to the door, she imagined it would be a man. The blows were nothing feminine and delicate.
“Good evening Mrs. Clotilde!” - Someone said as she opened the door of her house.
“Good evening, Mr. Walter!” - She replied.
“I came for my Amelia”
Clotilde looked back and saw part of her room and cried.
“Amelia your father came to get you, my dear!”
***
Minutes later, Amelia came home with her father. His old truck drove slowly due to bastards holes in the road. Walter was a man with dark hair, dark and thin mustache. He had just less than forty years of age. Amelia was her first and only child of his first marriage.
“Mrs. Clotilde was telling stories of her youth”
“What were you talking about?” - Questioned, he puts all the attention while he was still driving and listening to the sweet voice of her daughter.
“Not much”
“She is not putting weird stuff in your head, right?”
“Mrs. Clotilde never fail me respect, Dad. She is a wonderful person. I love to spend evenings at her home. She treats me like her daughter”
Walter scratched his head while driving.
“Since it is so, then you can go smoothly Mrs. Clotilde's house, but behaves daughter and never touch the lady Clotilde's things without your permission”
Amelia just nodded and remained silent.
Chapter 2
THE NEWS
During dinner, the three dined in silence, until Walter made a statement after ringing the spoon into the soup a couple of times. Amelia and Marianne at the table looked at the chair where the host of the house sat. Walter with a deep voice demanded attention.
"I'm going to have to spend a few days in the city"
"What are you doing there, Dad?"
"I will solve honey business."
Marianne sighed. - "I know what it is"
"Loose lips sink ships" - annoyed Walter said, his voice thickened but the soup on the plate.
"What are you hiding from me?" - Asked Amelia.
"Nothing daughter, Marianne talks too much" - He looked across a glance at his companion.
But Amelia challenged him as an adult.
"How is nothing? Both live arguing so you know nothing"
"Why do not you go to sleep?" Walter said angrily.
Amelia's eyes widened. "That's what I'll do"
Soon she rose from her chair and went to her room, leaving a residue of soup on the plate.
In the middle of the night, Amelia was lying quite depressed. She put her hands over her ears, trying to cover as she was listening to her father assaulting her stepmother.
***
The next morning, she woke up and was taking her breakfast. Her hair was tousled and her body was wearing a nightgown. As for the table, she saw Marianne placing a banana cake on it.
"Where is Daddy?" She asked, pulling out a chair to sit around the table.
"He went to the city"
"He did not say goodbye"
Marianne raised her
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