One of thousand

Chapter 3

Abby worked as a chief editor in a local newspaper. The staff were sociable and friendly, making the atmosphere in the team was friendly. Material in a newspaper did not so much, so workers were often able to afford a coffee break. That's today and had the day Abigail. Still usbdrives, she allowed herself another Cup of coffee, though sugar-free, she wanted to feel the taste of coffee, tart, bitter, awakening. Looking around the room, she found most of the staff, including all the editors, apparently they have all got better things to do work. According to Abby, it was like a well-planned revolt, it is difficult to imagine what lies ahead of her. The mood shifted to a more closed and quiet, of joy in the eyes have become less, the problems affecting the girl, and the anguish reflected on her face. After a couple of hours she realized that she will not wait staff, so distributing the tasks remaining, and silently waving her hand hurried away. On the way to the door, her Windows, pouring blinding light, he forced her to squint. Looked away and Abby thought about why the Sun is a star and what has to scientific evidence, these thoughts arose in her head thanks to some abstruse of the show at which she fell asleep, and for a moment she imagined how it refutes one after another of the theory on the same show. The clock showed ten to twelve, no plans have burdened today. For a moment her mind came the thought that as soon as she crossed the threshold to return to their jobs, with the same speed she threw that idea out of your head, considering her stupid. In life, Abigail was not enough of thrill, one last adventurous outing happened more than four years ago. In the company of the then a close friend of Anna, she with a calm look passed a set of expensive cosmetics, which she never used. Facial expressions and gestures betrayed the girl, but inside, everything was shaking. After leaving the store, a friend umali that it all will end, but they were wrong it was not the end. They did not have time to make and three steps as behind them followed a middle-aged security guard something shouting after him, but since he was too old much concern among the girls he did not call and they quick step managed to break away from the chase and fill to the brim with satisfaction to divide among themselves the loot. Now she distrusted the madness, and at times despised myself for it. Suddenly Abby felt the hunger, he was stalking the girl since the morning, now she couldn't stand him and decided to find a nearby cafe for a snack. The nearest cafe was nine blocks from the wording, in the opposite direction from her house. Of course it would be wise to go home, but would do the usual, Abby new Abby decided to walk to the cafe. The way was long, and she gradually began to regret the decision. But there was no way back, and maybe it was, but it was not so important. Walking on newly laid sidewalk she walked, looking up at the sun, stumbled, but managed to keep his balance. Step-by-step Abby gazed at the passersby, imagining where they are going, who you will meet. It is difficult to say what had filled her heart or whatever, it was empty. The thoughts of loneliness away from her when on some post she saw a poster with a production at the theatre of new-berry, and remembered how long ago she did not attend the theater, although he was not far from her home. On the way to the cafe she met a colleague, Emily, who unofficially was her subordinate and that she had missed at work today. Emily held the post of editor as well as Abby, but Abby, in turn, was considered their leader as the boss was not or when they did not have to do with how things are going in the wording, Abby laid a number of responsibilities beyond its authority and even for all of her processing she did not pay extra, deep down, she felt satisfaction from the fact that she needed someone. Conversation greetings and hugs took less than two minutes, then satisfied that she managed to escape from the clutches of his annoying colleagues, from afar she saw the sign and didn't recognize her. For a moment she doubted the correctness of the location of the cafe where she was before. And here she is on the threshold of an uncharted place, she takes another step and turns inside. There is not so noisy as before, half the tables are empty, there is a huge aquarium in addition to fish are filled with other edible creatures. Eleven steps from the threshold, she realized that is in a Chinese restaurant, although the name "Silver Dragon" was carrying something, she did not attach any importance. Look, Abigail fell on the table by the window, spacious and well-lit place, seemingly comfortable, but she missed Mexican bistro is always filled with a noisy room without partitions, and sometimes a free burrito out of friendship with one of the cooks. Yes, she really missed that time when I first moved to new-berry, and started a new life, this place reminded her of Madison (Wisconsin), directly across the street from the house where she lived with her parents from eight in the morning until ten in the evening worked a Mexican restaurant, which was very popular in their area. And even the names were like Carnitas and Cabrita, which translated means with Mexican marinated beef and kidneys. It was not uncommon that a restaurant called such names, whether it's America or England, people see only the names belonging to Mexico that's enough. In fact, the names were not so similar as it seemed to Abby. From the waiter, she learned that "snack" which was here before this restaurant closed a little over a year ago, the reason Abby was not able to hear the accent, Ling (his name she read on the badge). She also learned that the chef of the restaurant is widely known in China, he was invited to different cooking shows, thanks to them I learned a lot about his books, as he became known at home. Here he did because he wanted a change of scenery and he was tired of his fame, maybe he just says all that. He lived in Hong Kong, and his main dream was to visit wherever possible, and when he earned enough (it was still modestly said) money, despite the success he went. Oddities are taking place in our lives. Throughout the conversation, Abby had made, or rather made an order during pauses Ling. So ordering Abby consisted of: fried rice, tacos with Peking duck, breast of chicken in spicy and sour sauce with ginger, mushroom soup and a bottle of wine. The order was made fairly quickly despite the fact that there was enough people. From the bar immediately brought a bottle of wine, but which look Abby fell immediately as she crossed the threshold, and this bottle was a little more than the rest of 1.35 l, and as it turned out it was a Cabernet from Spain. Three or four months ago in the book, from the alcoholic beverages store she read that Spain ranks third in the world in wine production and they produce approximately 4 billion liters of wine, and the first as you might guess is France. Later she was told that this bottle in a bar was the last one. She saw their food stand dishes that she ordered, but carrying them is another waiter, whose name she could not consider. While the waiter with a loaded tray slowly walked to the table, Abby in that time managed to open the bottle and drain a couple of glasses. By the way in China if you drink, be prepared for the fact that as soon as your glass was empty at least half, it will immediately add more wine even in spite of your protests. It is also one of the manifestations of hospitality and care for the guest. Chinese cuisine is slightly discouraged native American, it was for her to novelty, in spite of this she deftly wielded them. Wine became less and less, it went by way too fast, which was disappointing almost drunk girl. Despite the failures, she poured and poured. When she was done with everything she brought the bill. She didn't rejoice in these numbers or not, 343 dollar not counting the tip. Pocket Abby found four hundred of them, all the money she gave to the waiter, without waiting for delivery, she took the bottle with what's left of her wine and left. Out on the street, she noticed that the street has darkened, at this point it became clear that she sat in a cafe all day, from noon till evening (she believed about 6-7 PM). I totally forgot what day of the week, although it was clear that today's work day was not the last. She stood on shaky legs, I realized that I drank too much, her mind is gone, everyone stood up for her on the backburner. Thoughts about the present, the future, did not take it as usual. She knew that to be drunk is not correct. Oh, it's "wrong," which limits the people, their passions and desires, which in turn make them happy. What can we say about non-traditional marriages, even if ordinary people block oxygen, this is the time when parents disapprove of the girl chosen by their son, negatively accept your decision to go to another College, such begins in childhood, when you are prohibited to take home a puppy, remember you or not right now, but that is years away, nothing will be different from what it was in childhood. Or maybe it's just the thought of a pathetic little man, ever hopeful that life is unfair, if it's just Intrusive thoughts, how many of these "pathetic" people exposed to these thoughts. Every criminal has a motive, that prompted him to the wrongful act. Just think, I may be wrong, but still it seems to me that thoughts have the power, the ability to control our destinies. They can obscure the clarity of mind, or on the contrary to awaken our minds from sleep. Psychologists have come up with many explanations of depression coming upon us. Do you ever wonder, the number of ways and methods of combating this disease. People primarily seek solace in a person, in fellowship and company. People are also capable of producing dependence, to attract you, despite the unfortunate charisma and awkward appearance, just need to close your eyes and open your heart to feel every fiber of the soul next to you your man. Now, we all know that depression is a disease created by our bad thoughts, and communication is the main cure. And no it is not an encyclopedia "how to find friends". After the above investigation, the question arises: how to find the right person? The answer is simple. You will never find what you're looking for. Life itself sends us the right people, you just let go of the past. This can be a casual meeting, or you can know this man for many years, not knowing how you look like. Sometimes searches take a long time, so much that is enough to become discouraged and stop looking. Do not despair, humbly wait and when you cease to hope you get what you deserve. Back to Abigail the girl is confused and it is unclear how many have already passed, many say the truth is in wine, and today she was convinced. It was an hour after Abby left the restaurant, it has been quite a lot but didn't understand why she hasn't reached home. She would be very upset if I found out that it goes in the wrong direction. Not to say, to say that she knew how to navigate, but less than a year she managed to explore the city and were free to wander around the city without maps and navigation, this also helped a good memory. The street was empty, quiet except for the breeze and your own thoughts to it, nothing could be heard. She suddenly thought that day too nice to spend it home alone, even on the street she was lonely (but of course the house would be warmer). To go home still had the phone in his pocket showed no signs of life, that did not surprise Abby. She struggled with her inner desire to lie down on a soft bed, but which was fitted with fresh linen, it would seem cool. Despite their shabby appearance, without changing clothes, the girl fell on the bed, the desire to fill your hand took her top. When she awoke, it was evening, and maybe night, for the window was dark, the only thing that was able to understand Abby. It seemed to her that she sobered too quickly and pressing problems, which may not have been, wrapped around her neck poison ivy and the only salvation was in the top drawer of the kitchen table, next to the corkscrew. Putting a lot of effort to rise and go to the kitchen, Abby didn't find the magic elixir. Taking a deep breath, a second later her was not enough air, had to go to the balcony. Frosty buckets blowing on her face, bare arms covered with goosebumps, blanket face. She before him was not the case, but when he tried to Rob her of a corkscrew, then immediately felt a blow bottle, which was in the other hand Abby, on the head, and consciousness left a nasty guard. The girl's eyes flashed with tears, she didn't understand why crying due to the fact that took out a guard, or over missing wine. Of course the second, because at the moment she was interested in the divine taste of nectar, all the while she stood there, another tube was in her pocket, and the neck felt the touch of her lips. Oh Yes, again this magnificent, indescribable, sweet fragrance, multi-faceted taste. Failing to capitalize the second bottle, grabbed her ,inexplicable, COP. Her song was sung, she knew that from where she'll be lucky she gets out of this not so soon.