One of thousand

Chapter 4

The chamber was dark and narrow, but with a high ceiling. Abby was the only inmate, it was not clear how many hours she was here. Sometimes she forgot that it was placed. Mind was still clouded from the wine. After a little time she began to loudly call someone, the guard thought that she could not afford and they just left. Once drunk, the victim of the loneliness it wanted attention. Abby's health has progressively deteriorated: she felt weakness, headache, worth it to climb, it was immediately swayed to the sides. Into the room walks the man who left Abby here. Officer's name was Alan, she later finds out about this. He was a head taller than Abby. Close-cropped, brown hair gave him courage. Such men are often attracted to their character, which is due to a lot of guys looking like that. Abby was unable to read his face puzzled, but she had everything exactly and maybe it was not puzzling. While he didn't see anything special about it. It so happens that thoughts strive to the end station in your head. The essence of being can often take us. What makes us to go on some things, not thinking about the consequences. Little jerk turns into a rapid pulse that sweeps through our life, changing it dramatically. The same happened with Abby, she was missing something, at a time when she had everything, she had nothing. Alan's presence seemed sufficient to not feel lonely. A few hours that she spent in prison seemed to her an eternity. It was a spacious room with high ceilings, the room was fenced with bars from floor to ceiling in the chamber was one bench that was intended for both sitting and sleeping. The rest of the room was empty, not counting the Desk and the chair red, and maybe even from some tree. On the table lonely located the stack of blank sheets interspersed with blanks and a couple of pencils. Wide Windows were too high, almost near the ceiling. Now it was night, so the lighting was a three light bulbs on top. However, this coverage is not enough, everything in the room was exactly too dark. All the Windows except one were closed. Through one open window you could hear a gentle rain. In addition to the sound of rain on the room walked the wind. The cold forced to ledenite not only the body but also the soul. Draft instantly brought Abby to life. Alan from time to time looked at the prisoner and when, as he thought she understood that he was looking at her, and immediately averted his gaze. And another thing, Alan did not belong to those who raped prisoners of girls as others do, although he knew a guy who used girls for self-satisfaction, they were mostly drunken prostitutes, but they did not complain. Their acquaintance began with the fact that Abby was asked to close the window, as the thin blouse was not able to keep her warm, and a wool sweater, which by the way is not pricked, and opposite soft as the touch of a baby, was in the confiscated bag. Abby as long as she could have mustered the courage to speak with the guard. He seemed withdrawn and then admitted that he pretended that there was confusion and only because I was afraid to speak. Alan was, according to Abby's open and not containing any secrets, solving puzzles, it seemed clear by his behavior written on his face. And despite this, she exactly found him an interesting person.

I'll go get coffee. Said quietly Alan and headed for the exit. During the absence of Alan, she thought, when was the last time so nice communicate with the stranger, or make new acquaintances. Seven years ago, he moved to new Barry, Abby left in America, all his friends, but was always in touch. Two friends, Lily and Madison, Derek, with whom she studied, and her sister Joan, she called every few days. The move was supposed to change a lot, but if Abby was only a change of locations. Visiting parents it three times a year: in one of the summer months, Christmas, and birthday Joe (as she and parents are called Joan). Parents, in turn, also did not forget to visit Abby. Twice a year at the exact time, as if on schedule arrived her parents for the first time this spring, the father of Abby constantly give leave for Easter. The second time is in October, because of the summer until Christmas you have to wait long. Thus, they can not keep each other bored. After all, Dating does not cost a couple of days or even a week, about two-thirds of a month each visit. Having built a logical chain, Abby realized that in less than a month to it needs to come to the parents, she also remembered that they never called the day of arrival. Their arrival could be both the beginning and the end of October. At this moment Abby realized that this story, in which she was involved, happened to her a very bad time.

– You like a latte with syrup?

- Yes, but where in the plot the syrup?

The precinct crappy coffee, had to go to round-the-clock coffee shop.

Abby silently took his glass, she didn't have to thank me, the smile could see her appreciation. On the glass was written her name, she was slightly impressed.

- How did you know my name?

- Did you run, and you hoped for a more intriguing answer?

Abby smiled again, and noticed the words "Alan" on the glass in the hand guard. By the way on the street stopped raining, this is Abby realized on dry clothes Alan. The first SIP is slightly burned throat the sweet drink was enveloped in the throat. Four hours of the night. Coffee conversation started when they began to tell each other funny stories from the past. And "funny" it is not for children, or better to say, something innocent there was less than you think. During the conversation, Abby learned a lot about the past Alan. After not much time they thought they were familiar for a long time. He sat beside her until morning.