smelled amazingly well. Wearing perfume, a delicate, with a very slight aroma of exotic spices.
Something had happened inside of Zac the first time she had thrown one of their curious smiles. Again felt that thrill and understood what era. Desire. God, so long ago ...
- What if I'm not bluffing? He asked in a whisper. It was so close that his breath stirred a few strands of hair. What if I really want to come in?, What to spend the night with me?
saw a flash of uncertainty in their eyes. Then she deftly dodging away his cane.
"Sorry, I'm in no mood to roll with a cocoon," said. Zac
opened the door. I should have kissed. She seemed to challenge him to do so. But it had not seemed right. Kiss would have been overstepping the mark. Although I wanted very much ... He turned to look
before entering.
If you change your mind, let me know.
Nessa laughed and disappeared into his apartment. Chapter 3
- Yes? Zac replied hoarsely to the phone. His mouth was dry and his head ached as if he had been beaten with a jackhammer.
In his wake were 9:36 am and the sun streamed down from her bedroom curtains. The light pierced through his brain like a laser beam. He closed his eyes.
-Zac, are you?
Sharon. It was his sister, Sharon. Zac
turned in bed, looking for something, anything that wet dry mouth. On the nightstand was a bottle of whiskey with two fingers of amber liquid inside. He took her hand, but stopped. No way would give it another shot back. Damn, that was what his father used to do. Started the day with a glass ... and just lying on the sofa in the living room, drunk as a Cuba.
I need your help, "Sharon said. You do me a favor. In the hospital have told me that you have been discharged and could not believe the luck I've had.
- What for? "He muttered. I was going to ask for money. It was not the first time, or last.
Sharon, his older sister, was so fond of the drink as it had been his father. He was unable to retain a job, could not pay the rent, could not keep Natasha, daughter of five years.
Zac shook his head. Had been present when Tasha was born when it came to the world, daughter of unknown father and an irresponsible mother. Although he loved his sister well knew that Zac was irresponsible. He lived hand to mouth, from job to job, city to city, from man to man. Having a daughter had not rooted anywhere.
Five years ago, Natasha birth, before he almost blew up the leg, Zac was an optimist. But even he had been able to imagine that this little girl were to have a happy future. Unless Sharon acknowledged that he had a drinking problem, unless you seek help, was put on treatment and finally managed to lay his head, he knew that the life of the little Natasha would be full of chaos, turmoil and constant change.
And he was not mistaken.
Over the past five years, each month, Zac sent money to his sister with the hope that it will use to pay rent and Natasha had a roof and food that fill the stomach.
Sharon went to see him very now and then when I was in the hospital for veterans. Only when he needed extra money, and never had to Natasha, the only person in the world that Zac would have liked to see.
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