"Oh, finished!" Lorraine said after having aided that woman who could have become a new friend of hers.
"Anyway, all this blood is not for the homicide but for this! He made me fall down from the chair violently! He was a true beast! Oh" the blonde dame tried to justify the succeeded events, they were various the same woman didn't know where she would have started before.
She has killed a woman but Lorraine didn't know it yet, the blonde lady committed that crime for jealousy because the dead girl wasn't a normal one. She was her husband's lover and the mysterious dame found them together in the bed of a hotel, her hand caressed her womb before beginning to feel worse.
Better. She was simply controlling if her first baby was still there, she was pregnant for the once.
Nothing to say, she couldn't sense anyone at that time. In a certain way, she fell down for other preoccupations of hers again.
Fortunately, something of strange happened for a while. She wasn't dry as before anymore, waters open yet.
"A doctor, soon!" Lorraine screamed running beyond the toilet door, obviously the waitress was still there.
"What happened?" now she was cleaning tables and chairs, the counter was done yet.
"I haven't realized, how have I done? That blonde woman she was with me before was pregnant and now she's giving to the world a child, soon! Call a doctor, I wait you thence! She can't stay alone, it's an order for you and him!" in the meantime someone was enter in the pub hiding smartly behind more things he could, so a sudden gunshot was added in the rest of all the list was born that night.
"Lorraine, hurry up! We will be late! the real girl was adverted by the fatter bartender and she returned again in herself.
"Oh, yes! Sir!" the girl exclaimed joking, she moved her head confused.
"I stay here talking alone, then!" the old man repeated with a gracious voice "You're too tired, let's continue tomorrow! he ordered again.
In the meantime, other gunshots hit everywhere and were truer than everything. These were followed by some step of a man, in face he looked like an angel but in reality was the worst creature it could be at the world.
He had heavenly eyes, clear skin and dark brown hair. His steps was pull of vanity, pathetic.
He puffed a smoky cloud away in the air, a cig was the perfect and most pleasant company of the two fingers of his right hand. Clean hands were his but not so entirely as it seemed to be.
Handsome as aspect, ugly as inside. He advanced and approached to the counter, the old man and his niece looked back at the figure and it appeared as dark as the atmosphere he gave.
He took the way of the bartenders, it seemed to be at his home. Probably he was really there.
