Chapter 4 , "Romeo and Juliet"

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Terry was in his apartment talking on the phone with his mother. She had sent him two tickets for the theatre. She knew that he liked the theatre a lot and that he went to plays when he had time.


- Thanks mum, that's really nice of you....


- You're very welcome. I know you like it... take one of your actresses...


- Take an actress to a play? No...


- One of your models then...?


- I don't really feel like seeing them lately...


- Terrence Philippe Richard, what's going on?


- What?


- You don't like the company of women anymore?


- Yes, but....


- You fell in love?


- Well I think so...


- Alleluia! Finally!! Who is she? I have to see her and kiss her...


- You remember I told you about the boat incident...?


- The little girl of your dreams from your drawings? I thought you imagined her...


- No...


He told his mother what had happened with his sister.


- Your slut of a sister got herself knocked up by a loser who's rolling in it, gave you, unwillingly, the chance to be with the woman of your dreams?


- Mum, don't call her that...


- Your  father is going to be glad... so now you're spending your time with the woman of your dreams, and you can't tell her anything because she's working for you, but it's also to make her less appealing in Daniel Reed's eyes? Terrence you're living a real life soap opera...!


- You're telling me?


- But if you manage to have her, she's going to be mad to learn that you were interested in her only to keep her away from Daniel Reed... Terrence!


- I'm going to try to explain it to her... She's the woman of my dreams; literally, mum.


- Your sister is going to have fun telling her what her purpose was, the little slut; she gets knocked up and you're the one who has to fix it or your father is going to have another heart attack!


- Mum calm down...


- Terrence, ever since you can draw, you've been drawing yourself next to a little girl with blond curly hair with freckles. After our conversation on New Year's Day, I went to look for your old drawings; I looked at them, she was on every single one of them, Terrence...

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