Chapter 6
A Nessa legs were burning as he turned the ski ¬ ne of Harris Avenue. Almost had arrived, and he had only five hundred meters of the race, so he sped up to gain speed.
had a work to a block and a half of the com ¬ plex apartment. They were building another fast food restaurant ... Just what you need ba ¬ neighborhood, he thought.
had cast the concrete for the foundation and the work had stopped temporarily while it hardened. The plot was empty. Several trucks ¬ tions Building A & B were parked in ¬ deaf between huge mounds of disturbed earth and asphalt rubble.
On one of those piles had sat a little girl, her face and clothes stained with pol ¬ vo. Her hair the sun shone red. Nessa
stopped short.
Naturally, it was Natasha. Seemed oblivious to everything going on around you while digging ¬ alegremen on earth hardened by the sun and sang a dog ¬ tion. Nessa
tried to catch his breath and ducked under the yellow tape that allegedly prevented the transition to work.
- Natasha?
The girl looked at her and smiled.
"Hi Nessa.
"Honey, you know your uncle, where are you?
-is asleep, "said Tasha, and continued digging. He had found a plastic spoon and a paper cup was used and filled with earth and seeing ¬ rowing like a coffee. All parts of your skin that were exposed were covered with mud. Surely it was a good thing, considering that the sun was warm so strong that it could have that ¬ mado.
"It's still early. Will arise later. -Nessa looked at his watch.
-Tash, almost ten. And ¬ has to be exploded. Surely it is going crazy looking for you. Do not you remember what you said about you could not leave the patio, or floor, without telling?
Tasha looked at her.
- How can I tell if you are asleep? "He said casually. Mom always sleep until lunchtime. Nessa
spread his hands to help her down the pile ground.
"Come. I'll walk you home. Let's see if Zac all asleep-¬ way the girl stood up and lowered to the ground Nessa. You're dirty, right? -Continued when they walked into the apartment complex. I think you're gonna get a bath.
Tasha looked at her arms and legs.
"I've bathed. I took a mud bath. The princesses are always given mud baths, but only one a day.
- Oh, yeah? Nessa said. I believed that princesses always giving bubble baths after their mud baths. Tasha
looked thoughtful.
"I've never taken a bubble bath.
"Very nice," said Nessa. What aspect of present bian ¬ walking down the street: a girl covered in mud and sweat literally dripping adult. The bubbles will come up to her chin.
Natasha's eyes widened.
- Really?
"Yes, and it happens that I have a gel that does a lot of foam," said Nessa. Pro ¬ Barlo when you get home ... unless you are absolutely sure you do not want to take another bath today ...
"No, the princesses are only given a bath of mud a day," said Tasha seriously. But they can take a mud bath and a bubble bath.
"Okay, Nessa smiled as they entered the pa ¬ tio.
The apartment complex was still tran ¬ very peaceful. Most residents had gone to work ¬ down for hours. Still, the few children who lived in the building were on vacation. Nessa heard a distant sound of television sets and stereos. Tasha followed the stairs up to 2 ° C.
The door was ajar and we Nessa called the quitera ¬.
- Hello? He said loudly, but no start ¬ res. He rang the bell. Nothing. He looked at his body and clothes covered with mud from Natasha. You'd better wait here, "Tasha nodded. But here, without moving, "said Nessa with her best teacher voice, pointing to the concrete box that has Bia ¬ right outside the door of Zac. Sit. And do not go anywhere, okay, Miss?
The girl nodded again and sat down. Nessa
opened the screen door and entered, although they had the impression of making a dwelling to allanamien ¬. The curtains were drawn and the fourth ¬ to be in darkness. Television ¬ da still lit, but the volume was so low that it barely audible whisper. It was cool, almost cold, as if the air conditioning was working its best to compensate for the fact that the door was slightly ajar ¬ mind. Nessa turned off the TV to pass.
- Hello? He said again. "Lieutenant Efron ...? -The floor was silent as a tomb.
"He will be angry if you wake up," said Tasha, who had his knees and his nose glued to the screen door.
"I will venture," said Nessa, and took the corridor leading to the rooms.
walked, however, on tiptoe. When he came down the hall, took a quick look at the bathroom and the smaller of the two rooms. There was nobody there. The door to the larger room was ajar, and went quietly. Deep breath and pushed open the door while ¬ Maba call.
The double bed was empty.
In the darkness, he saw that the sheets were re ¬ turn to form a knot. The blanket had fallen to the floor and the pillows were misplaced, but Zachary Efron was not lying there.
There was little furniture in the room only bed, a nightstand and a dresser. The decora ¬ tion was spartan. On the bureau had unicameral ¬ you a pile of coins. There was per ¬ sonal effects, and trinkets, and memories. The bed sheets were plain and white, the blanket, a beige tone. The closet door was open, like a drawer small dresser. Near it, on the ground, there were several rucksacks. The whole room had an air of apathy, as if the person who lived there had no interest in unpacking and hanging pictures on the walls ¬ des to take up the house.
There was nothing to give their inhabitants a sensa ¬ tion of character, with the exception of a huge pile of dirty clothes that seemed to shine in a dark corner. The heap and a nearly empty whiskey bottle that was on the bedside table were the Uni ¬ cas revealing things that were in the room. ¬ call the boat, at least, spoke for itself. Was similar to that Zac had taken the night before ... Only the previous night's was almost full.
wonder Tasha had not been able to wake him ¬.
the end, however, he was awake and ¬ Bia has found that the girl was not. Surely had gone after her, mad with worry.
The best they could do was stay still. Zac again after a while to see if Natasha had returned. But the idea of \u200b\u200bstaying there very attractive re ¬ sultan. Perhaps his belongings were so impersonal that bordered the bad taste, but still Nessa had the impression that they do ¬ invaded their privacy.
had turned around to leave when a des ¬ tello of light in the closet caught his attention. ¬ Encen gave the chandelier.
was amazing. Never in his life, had vis ¬ to anything. A naval uniform hung in the closet white, shiny and perfectly ironed. And, on top of the jacket, left, had plenty of colorful rows of medals. ¬ top of them was the cause of the flash he had seen: a pin in the form of an eagle with its wings extended, measures, and a gun and a trident in each claw. Nessa
could not imagine what Zac had to get all those medals. But, there ¬ do so, he suddenly realized something with all clari ¬ ty: Zachary Efron was dedicated to his work as anyone she knew. Those medals they said as clearly as if they could talk. If there Biera hu ¬ one or two, Nessa had been assumed that Zachary was a brave and capable soldier. But there must be more than ten of those badges pinned to their uniform colors. The finger was quickly. Ten ... Once. Eleven medals meant no doubt that Zac had passed the call ¬ ber and again. Nessa
turned, and the new light of that discovery ¬ tion, the room offered ¬ enteramen you look different. Instead of being the room of someone who did not care about personal touch, suddenly seemed a man who had never ¬ nest time you have a life outside of their dangerous devotion.
Even the bottle of whiskey had a different air ¬ te. It seemed much sadder and more desperate than before.
addition, the room was not quite disproportionate ¬ view of personal effects. There was a book on the floor beside the bed. It was a collection of stories by JD Salinger. Salinger. Who would have thought?
- Nessa? Natasha
was calling from the living room door. Nessa turned off the light when leaving the lives Zac ¬ tion.
"I'm here, honey, but your uncle is not said, and sa ¬ rolled into the living room.
- No? -Tasha got up to away from the door ¬ ta mosquito net, which was open.
- What do you say we go to my house and you showed that bubble bath I have? "Continued Nessa, and shut the heavy wooden door of 2 ° C. I'll write a note to your uncle so that when you return, know that you're in my house.
also called Thomas. If he was home, you may want to go out to Zac to communicate ject to that Natasha was safe.
"Come right to the bathroom," said Tasha when he opened his mosquito net and slid the bolt on the floor. We're going to get into the bath right now, okay? Natasha
stayed behind, his face smeared with mud, her eyes open.
- Zac is going to be angry with me? -Nessa looked at her.
- You seem very bad to be angry? Tasha
put a sad face, shook his head and lips esti ¬ Ró in that unmistakable grin ¬ cyan have children when they were about to mourn.
"I was asleep.
"The one who is asleep does not mean you can salt ¬ tarte standards," said Nessa.
I was going to come back before she woke up ...
Aja. Nessa suddenly realized. Na's mother used to sleep ¬ tasha his drinking until well after noon, not knowing, or even did not mind, making her daughter in the meantime. That amounted to an almost total neglect and, obviously, Tasha expected the same attitude of Zac.
Something was going to have to change.
"If I were you," he advised, "would good and be ready to tell you feel about returning home. Zac
saw from the patio the note taped to the door of his house.
was a piece of pink paper, glued to the outside of the mosquito net, and moving driven by the first gusts of a breeze of midday. Hurried up the stairs, ignoring the pain of his roller ¬ lla, and tore the note by the door.
"I found Natasha," he said in block letters. Thank God. Zac closed his eyes for a moment and felt an intense relief. Had searched the beach for almost an hour, terrified by the idea that his niece had forgotten the rules and Hubie ¬ ra gone back to sea. Ultimately, if I could skip the rule not to leave the floor without avi ¬ sar, also could not get to skip the one in the water.
He had found a rescuer who had told him he had heard that morning, tempra ¬ no, the sea had washed ashore the body of a young child. Zac had been about to parársele heart.
had spent nearly forty-five minutes on a phone, trying to communicate with the Coast Guard to find out if that rumor was true.
the end, had proved that the body that had flung the tide was that of a baby seal. But with the relief that news had come also certain that he had wasted precious time. And the search was begun again.
opened his eyes and discovered he had crumpled pink paper. Smoothed it out to read the rest.
"I met Natasha. We are at home. Nessa. "
Vanessa Hudgens. He had returned to save his skin again.
Leaning on his cane, came to the door of Nessa and saw his own reflection in the window in the living room. His hair on end and it seemed ¬ counts of the sun behind her dark glasses. ¬ sion gave the impression of having slept with the shirt on and even ¬ it was not like he had slept, however, with the shorts. Was a mess and worse aunt ¬ sen. I had a headache since, upon entering the room, had discovered that Natasha has Bia ¬ escape again. No, really hurt him since he opened his eyes. But the pain was almost unbearable I ¬ cho to discover that her niece had gone back without permission. And do ¬ temple was nothing short of intolerable.
rang the bell anyway, knowing that in addition to offering look bad, not smell very good. His shirt smelled distillery. There had been very careful this morning, picking up the floor of his bedroom to go out for Tash. With his usual bad luck, had been pre ¬ cisely which had used the night before to clean the whiskey had been poured from a cup.
The door opened and Vanessa Hudgens as output from the fantasies of a sailor. She wore very short running shorts, while redefining the meaning of "short", and a sport shirt waist half redefined the word "temptation." He had collected his hair back in a braid, and it was still wet with sweat.
"He's here, is safe," he said in greeting. It's in the tub, washing a bit.
- Where did you find? -Zac throat felt dry and her voice left rough and scratchy. Nessa
looked into his flat and raised his voice.
- How about you, Tasha?
- Well! "Said the girl cheerfully. Nessa opened the screen door and left.
-In Harris Avenue, "said Zac. Harris was on the street, playing with the sand of a work ...
- Damn! What the hell thinks that is head ¬ do? He has five years! You should not walk around alone o. .. Good God, playing in a play! "Zac ran a hand over his face and tried to control his anger. I know that yelling is not going to help anything ... -Was forced to lower his voice, breathe deeply and try to release all the frustration ¬ tion, anger and anguish he had felt during previous times. I do not know what to do, "he admitted. Disobeyed me with all boldness.
"She does not think so," said Nessa.
"I told him not to leave without telling me. And to stay in the yard.
"In your opinion, none of this applies if Mom or Uncle Zac, can not get out of bed in the habit ¬ na-Nessa noticed him a firm look. Her green eyes were brown to bright sunlight. He said he believed he would be back before you woke.
-A standard is a standard ... "Began Zac.
-Ya, and its standard "interrupted Nessa, is that if you get drunk, she is alone.
The Zac headache became more intense. He looked away, unable to hold his gaze. Nessa, however, not looking at him reproachfully. There was nothing even remotely prosecutor in his eyes. In fact, had a very sweet expression that softened the harshness of his words.
"Sorry," he muttered. It has been over. "He shook his head, not knowing if he was giving the reason or removed.
- Why do not you go? Nessa said, and we opened the quitera ¬. Nessa
The floor looked like a different planet to that of Zac. It was spacious and airy, with light brown carpet, no stains, and bamboo furniture painted white. The walls were freshly painted and clean ¬ das were everywhere intertwined plants whose vines hanging from the ceiling by a hook system. Soft music playing on the stereo. Zac recognized the voice hoarse with influ ¬ ences Texas blues, Lee Roy Parnell.
had pictures hung on the walls: beautiful watercolors of the sea blue and green, and colorful figures, whimsical and full of rhythm, of people walking along the beach.
"My mother is a painter," said Nessa, who had followed her gaze ¬ do. Most are yours.
Another picture showed the beach before a mint ¬ tor. Transmitting the threatening power of the wind and water, dark and ominous sky, wave em ¬ bravecidas, palm trees waving in the gale ... Of nature in its most daunting.
"It's good," said Zac. Nessa smiled.
"I know, raised her voice. How about in the country of the foam, Natasha?
- Well!
"While I was on the street, playing in the dirt, there was a mud bath, as a Russian princess, with a wry smile, Nessa Zac led to his tiny co ¬ ce. It was exactly like his ... and do not look anything. Magnets of all shapes and colors covered the fridge. They held pictures of people smiling, notes, coupons, and movie times. Suspended from the ceiling with hooks, had wire baskets with fresh fruit. ¬ tors the counter, by the phone, had a cup of coffee as a cow with graduation cap full of bo ¬ lígrafos and pens. The room was full of pe ¬ flutes reminiscent Nessa details.
"I managed to convince her that the real royalty was always a bubble bath after a mud bath.
-Bless you, "said Zac. And thanks to bring her home.
"It was a good thing that came out to run for minority ¬ ca Nessa opened the refrigerator. I usually do a longer route, but this morning I weighed the heat, looked at Zac. "Iced tea, lemonade or soda? Something
-caffeinated, please, "he said.
"Hmm," said Nessa, and pulled the bottom of the fridge a can of cola. He gave it. Do you want two or three aspi ¬ gence?
Zac smiled. It was a crooked smile, but a smile after all.
-Three. Thanks.
She said the table at the back of the kitchen ¬ na and Zac sat in one of two chairs. Nessa had a pig-shaped napkin and a salt shaker and a pi ¬ Mentera resembling airplanes. There has also Bia ¬ plants everywhere, and just above it, to-freeze of the window overlooking the park, a mobile delicate sound. Zac reached over and touched with a finger. Had a sound so fragile and ethereal as it looks.
cabinet doors the kitchens have been replaced not long before other light wood. The gleaming white top also seemed new. But Zac just gave him a look of Soslan ¬ self. Looked instead to Nessa when stood on tiptoe to get one of the cabinets a bottle of aspirin ¬ nas. It was a brilliant blend of muscle and curves. Zac could not look away even when she turned around. Great, just what I needed Nessa. A failure at her with lust in your own kitchen. Zac noticed his look of concern and suspicion.
She left the bottle of aspirin before him on the table, excused himself, muttering that he would see what has ¬ Co. Natasha and disappeared. Zac
soda cold pressed against his forehead. Nessa When he returned, wearing a T ¬ tors running clothes. Helpful, but not much.
He cleared his throat. It was a million years, had been given good chat.
"Well ... And how much are you running? "Holy God, like a fool.
"About six miles," she said, and she opened the fridge to get a pitcher of iced tea. He poured himself a glass. But today I've only done five.
"We must be careful in this heat-heaven, could be weaker comment? "" Loose "? Yes, that was the perfect word to describe him in more than one sense.
Nessa nodded and turned to face him, leaning on the counter. He sipped his tea.
-So ... your mother is a painter.
Nessa smiled. God had a beautiful smile. You really thought it was two days before a sa ¬ smiled goofy?
"Yes," she said. Has a studio near Malibu. Lived there. Zac
nodded. It was assumed that, having reached that point, it was his turn to tell where it came from.
"I grew up right here in San Felipe, the armpit of California.
Nessa's smile became more intense.
"The armpits are good for something ... Not that I agree you and believe that San Felipe is.
"You're on your right to say," he said with Organic HOME ¬ shoulders. For me, San Felipe will always be an armpit.
"Then sell your flat and Move to Hawaii.
- How there is your family? He asked. She looked at his glass.
"To tell you the truth, I do not know. You may have blood hawaina or Polynesian, but I'm not sure.
- Your parents do not know?
"I took on an international agency. The files were extremely sketchy, looked at him. I went through a stage where, you know, I tried to find my biological parents.
"It's always worth finding. I have been better off not knowing mine.
"Sorry," Nessa said quietly. In another era would have told you you could not say that seriously, or could not be true. But I give more than five years ¬ do classes in a school and I am well aware that most people do not have the kind of childhood or the kind of parents I've had I, "his eyes were a beautiful mixture of brown and green , and compassion. I do not know what you've gone, but ... I'm sorry.
"I have heard that teaching in a school is very dangerous now, with so many weapons and drugs, and so much violence," said Zac in a desperate attempt to divert ¬ do that field conversation ¬ ro dark and too intimate. Do not you trained as a command when you start working? Nessa
laughed.
"No, we have to make do alone. We Arro ¬ jan defenseless wolves so to speak. Some teachers make up for becoming authentic iron clamps. But I have found that the re ¬ positive effort works much better than punishment, took another sip of iced tea while ¬ tively thought looked over the rim of the glass. In fact, you should take this into account when talking to Natasha.
Zac shook his head.
- What? We can get a cookie to escape? I think not.
- What kind of punishment do you think will end? "Insisted Nessa. Think about it. The poor and has suffered the worst punishment they can suffer a five years: his mother is gone. Surely you can not take anything else you care. You can yell and make rar ¬ ment. You can even scare you and make you afraid, and may cause nightmares. But if you think the recom ¬ you comply with the rules, if you value and make you feel like a treasure, you will much sooner.
He ran his fingers through his hair.
"But I can not pretend that this morning it had not happened.
"Hard-recognized Nessa. You have to strike a balance: to make the child understand that their behavior is unacceptable and at the same time, not to reward misbehavior ¬ siad paying attention too. Children who misbehave are often what they are doing, really, is to call attention. It's the easiest way to get a parent or teacher is fixed on them. Zac
forced a smile again.
"I know of some alleged adults who work the same way. Nessa
looked curiously at the man sitting at his kitchen table. It was amazing. There seemed to be pa sado ¬ night at a park bench, and yet she still found him attractive. What aspect Dria ¬ ten, he wondered, freshly shaven, clean and dressed in the uniform he had seen in his closet? Surely
of someone who would strive to avoid. Never was impressed by the uni ¬ month. And it was not likely to impress ¬ start now.
But even so, all those medals ...
left her empty glass and walked away from the counter.
"I'll get Tasha to the bath," he said. Surely you will have things to do. Promised me that carry it to buy furniture for their rooms.
"Yes," Zac nodded and stood up awkwardly. Gra ¬ ences again for bring her home.
Nessa smiled and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Given how badly they had begun ¬ do in the end had managed to get a list of very nice neighbors.
A nice list of neighbors ... That was jus ¬ ly what was going to be among them, nothing more. A ¬ sar pe that the man had the ability to burn their blood at a glance. Although you would like more every time I looked, she would carefully maintain distance.
Because more you know about your neighbor, the more satisfied they were opposites.
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