The eyes of eons. [Slow Editing]

Chapter 7

     To proof my own self that my decision to stay was made right, the whole week I really haven’t seen of Alexandre. I wake up - he’s already gone, I go to sleep - he isn’t home yet. During that time nothing happened, not in my professional life, not personal. I spoke twice with Roberta. I didn’t tell her about my problems. She sounded happy and I knew that eventually I'll fix my ambiguity and my life will roll farther. I haven’t seen Agnes, but I didn’t dare to listen to any of the composers. I was still in a deep state of shock from her gift. 

     So, the first weekend had passed uneventfully, even peacefully. 

     I had my first scheduled interview on Friday of the next week, and to be fully prepared I took from the storage some of my work items, shoes and couple of suits. I didn’t expect anything. I knew that I was down on my luck and that breakthrough I desired won’t happen so soon. Besides, the position required slightly more experience, if I may add. 

     The day before the actual interview, I occupied my leisure by chatting with Shelly and learning from her the latest town news. It was my second week of staying with Alexandre and I really felt bored to death, excluding the mysterious occurrences, of course. When, I found nothing else to amuse myself I called my sister Billy and had spent twenty minutes listening to Billy’s complains about Zip, who ate all her carpeting in the living room. Then, when despair threw me over I called Bobby. Bobby sounded odd, as if trying not to tell me something.

     “Come on, mom,” I rolled my eyes at her. “What is it? I can feel your bouncing from up here.”

     “No, nothing,” she said in too high voice then exploded in titter like a girl who did something very naughty. “We are going to India!” She cried out and kept holding her amusement.

     “On vacations?” I made pleasantly surprised face. “Nice.”

     “No,” she replied slowly.

     “What are you referring NO to?”

     “Not on vacations.”

     “Then what? Religious reasons?” Max was Buddhist.

     “Not exactly.”

     “Come on, mom. I started getting nervous.”

     “We are moving there permanently,” she choked and paused giving me a chance to absorb the information.

     “What are you going to do there? Where are you going to live?”

     “They are in need of teachers and nurses. Max sold his house and motorbike. On that money we’ll get there something decent.”

     “Okay,” I began breathing. “Did you tell Billy?”

     “I wanted to tell you first. You know how she is. She’ll immediately jump into an argument. We’ve been thinking about it for a long time now. I’ve never been anywhere outside country, I really want to see the world.”

     “I see,” I nodded. “When are you leaving?”

     “Today.”

     I swallowed nervously. “Today? Why did you wait for the last minute to tell me?”

     “I was afraid to change my mind,” she honestly replied. “Besides, I'll come back home soon to fix the things at work. I took two weeks of vacations. It’s all shaky yet.”

     “Okay, I wish you told me earlier. I would come home to visit.”

     “I’ll be home in two weeks. We can visit Billy together, I bet kids will like to get gifts from India.”