Elvira's Letters

Chapter 3

Time passed quietly. The voices magically stopped. Maybe they finally gave up and I waited for the longed-for peace. Not that I'm ungrateful, but I'm not the kind of person who enjoys socializing. It's all because they can hurt me. It's time for lunch. I ate it with my family. Of course I had doubts about it later. After the meal I went to take a nap. I love to sleep after eating. That's my charm. I fell asleep. I don't know how long, because something or rather someone woke me up. I got a little irritated. Who wouldn't be pissed off from being woken up from a sweet nap? It was Marjorie and someone else. The most neglected woman I've ever seen. She had long hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in ages. The fact that they were very wavy by nature did not improve the situation at all. It's a sin to mention the color, but I'll do it. I've never seen such an ugly shade of blonde in my life. This woman had a mile long regrowth of dark brown hair. It looked like she hadn't dyed it in a very, very long time. The dyed color itself was practically yellow. As if she was bleaching her hair with hydrogen peroxide! Plus, she looked like she was in her 80s! All right. I'm exaggerating, but the woman was full of gray highlights. Her head looked like the contents of a spicy kebab toilet. She had no makeup on her face, maybe it was better... her eyes had dark circles underneath  and were visibly tired. The woman looked like she hadn't slept well in weeks. Her clothes also left much to be desired. Nothing matched. God what a bum, I thought. If she wasn't living in a dumpster, it would be a miracle. Marjorie introduced her to me. It turned out that her name was Felicia. At that moment, I really thought it would be better if she was just a figment of the Ardeleans' imagination. She was not. The woman seemed pleased to see me. It was strange for me, after all, I saw her for the first time in my life. Marjorie left the room and Felicia started talking.
I'm Felicia. -  she started the conversation.
I know that? - I replied quickly and angrily.
Actually, Feliciya. -  she added.
Wonderful.. really awesome - I replied irritated.
I came here to talk to you. I'm Marjorie's friend and any friend of hers is my friend. - said the woman.
I don't know if I have anything to say to you. -  I couldn't even look at her. A bum for sure. Or a roma. Probably drunk or worse.
Say anything. That is why I am here. - She said, not giving up.
Listen, if you are going to give me some powders or beg on your knees for 1 euro, unfortunately you will not succeed - I replied, confident in my beliefs.
Why would I do that? - She asked without losing the smile on her face.
Listen, if you're going to mock me, you can leave now! - I said with irritation in my voice.
I don't mean to mock you, - Felicia replied, still in good humour.
Yes, but everyone does it anyway. Okay you know what? Go away, you snotty bastard. Go push your shit on someone else, because I won't give in - I hissed through my teeth.
Feliciya really annoyed me. She came from God knows where and started talking to me about nothing. She looked at me for a moment and left without a word. Then I heard her talking to Marjorie. The only thing I understood was that the woman agreed with me about the bum. She told Felicia that she really should take care of herself. Ha! Marjorie took my side. I thought so. I was hoping Felicia would finally do something about herself. I wouldn't care if I didn't have a feeling she'd be back. She will return with a "new repertoire". She was like a stewardess only on land. You know, door-to-door sales, etc.. Nevertheless, I was curious what things she would try to sell me next. I had already started coming up with retorts for her when something "touched" me. Even if Feliciya lived in a dumpster, I shouldn't laugh at her. I could have ended up like this. The rest of the day passed quickly and I was still thinking about what I said. That might have been true, but even though she might have hurt me, sold me some crap, or begged me for cheap booze, she didn't deserve the way I treated her. In the evening, after dinner, I went back to the living room to watch the series. At one point, I couldn't take it anymore and told Marjorie to apologize to Felicia on my behalf. I shouldn't have insulted the way she looked so much. The woman told me that if I wanted to apologize to her friend, I would do so the next time the three of us meet.