I Quit Thinking

CHAPTER 6

Massage Therapist

"Anton,"

"I am not stepping at any of them, Louie. Relax, let me take my time."

"I said come over here," She taps the space beside her on the red couch. "I have something to discuss."

"Not now, I'm having a great time connecting with the army of the Dead."

She walks across her bed now and tries to help me again instead. That's what I'm saying, helping me. That's right. The tweezers in my hand slides off again, causing me to mutter a curse that blows the other furs that was directed from my face. One more try, I moved the chair carefully and placed it again on the other angle beside her bed, I lean and pick one to another and placed them each on Louie's provided zip bag. Glancing at the clock, I'm clearly seeing 3 and 55 being the highlight. I guess, it's really a time for some discussion.

"Louie," I start, stretching my back as I stand. "I'm buying food."

"Sure," She didn't look up, still examining every strand between her tweezers. "And maybe a coffee from Ylyssa's."

"Ylyssa?" I'm not sure if it's a shop or a person.

She give me a nod and a one second stare before going back to her own business again. "Yea, it's a shop, Anton." Her voice is low.

"What else.. do you want?"

"A company here." She sigh. "Just hurry, I don't want to be alone today. I can't continue this nonsense."

"This is not nonsense, it's Henry's." I reached for her chin and faced her to me.

"I mean there's a nonsense going on in my mind right now. I can't be alone with them." She tweezed my hand off of her skin. And, I'm holding that fingers now, letting her tweezers fall on the carpet.

"Let go."

"I'll be right back." I say, catching her eyes. Those eyes. "Don't be too easy for them and hard to yourself. Let those nonsense go, Louie."

"You're stepping on them." There's no reaction in her voice, her eyes moves down to our legs and right there we can both spot the problem. I am indeed stepping on some of the cottons. That's where I let go of her hand. Mentally apologizing to Henry. Reaching for my shirt on her table, I pulled it down over my head as I walk to place myself infront of her bathroom's full length mirror, removing some hairs from my jeans that I'm still wearing since yesterday. I can't be the reason why she's having a nonsense talk show inside of her head.

I'm not nonsense.

"You could be on your way now, Anton. What's with the reassurance."

God, her mocking is getting stronger. Thanks to the woman last night, I got a new nickname. "Call me Anton again and I'll free your windows."

"I'll moan it for you, don't try to piss me."

With that, I lose.

"By that time, I'll make sure it's Paulo." Grabbing my phone, I turn around and made a promise exit. The moment I made sure I'm right on the second floor, I begin to dash down the lobby and out of the building. Still, her last words are playing around my head like a wrecking ball trying to sport me down.

"Four bags," I tell the lady behind the table who's wearing a black dress suit. "Do you mind if I ask, if you know someone named Louie Hana?" Figuring this must be a best time for neighbor gossiping, something like that, since Ylyssa's Brewery must be Louie's favorite. I'd like to have some. Putting down the bags from my twenty minute roam in the market, I ready myself to hear  any exciting details, sitting up straight on the stall while making sure the bags are sitting just between my boots.