CHALLENGING THE TIME SEEMS TO BE NOT A GREAT IDEA BUT, COULD BE ANY OTHER WAY TO TRY TO SAVE FREDDIE'S LIFE WITHOUT EXPOSING YOUR OWN SKIN? DO YOU WANT TO FIND OUT HOW FAR OUR HEROINES ARE WILLING TO GO TO ACHIEVE THEIR HIGHEST GOAL?
- Who's your meeting with at the break of dawn? -Tracy asked me against the back of my head.
I stood still at the doorway. I was not sure if I should open up though I would surely do it. My heartbeat felt very fast. I got so many wars on my shoulders. I knew perfectly when something was going to go wrong and this didn't look good at all. I just got to deal with the situation I had built and partly I was wishing for. The solution and the disaster were awaiting at the other side of the door.
- No one -I murmured, sticking my eye on the peephole.
Cheryl was still there. Now she was banging the door after pushing the doorbell on and on. Maybe it would be better to let her in before all the neighbourhood was awake. I unlocked the door and opened up.
The journalist didn't look good. Rivers of black rimmel running down her teary eyes and apart from the facial mess, it must be added her black hair like a messy nest of birds. She was breathing really hard as though she had been running for a long time.
- May I come in or threesomes are not supported? -she asked, wiping her nose out against her sleeve and leaving a new mark of rimmel crossing her right high cheek.
- Cheryl... -Tracy whispered, dumbfounded, still leaning her chin against my shoulder. Implying an intimate contact we had been far away from sharing-. What are you doing here? It's been a long time...
- Not enough -she pronounced-. Is it too late to join in your party? Empty glasses, comfy clothes. Did I arrive too late?
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I was sure Cheryl was a resourceful woman and the sarcasm was her chosen tool but I was not so self assured how much longer she would do that. The traces of a deep resentment lined her face.
- Let her in, love. We can be doo-gooders for once -Tracy decided, ironic and added up- Cheryl will have to take pot luck, that's for sure. We've already given it all.
Burgess was trying to control herself the best she could but I knew her glance. I had seen it so many times in Nina's eyes and also Sally's. Jealousy. The biggest poison you could face to.
- How did you know Tracy was here? -I knew the answer but I wanted she could say it for me.
- My Cheryl is a damn hound dog. If she's determined to find out something, she'll do.
- Because I've been spying on you all night thru. And when you said good-bye, I knew it was not over yet. I've said good-bye so many times meaning to say leet's meet again.
I closed the door behind her and I knew there was no turning back. The three lions were encaged now and none of us were the best of friends.
- Won't you offer me a glass of that red thing?
I turned to look at the jar where there was left only the sediments of my excellent sangría. Several pieces of fruit floating and a trickle of sugar sliding down till more or less a half finger of liquid. Nevertheless, I poured it in a glass and handed it to her.
