Ventura

Capítulo 2

-Kill him!

I choked and coughed until I caught the attention of customers at the cafeteria.

I looked at Sophie and realized that she meant it.

But of course, Sophie always said what came to mind without measuring the consequences, which often caused her problems.

- You don't really want me to do that do you?

I looked at her and saw that she was nodding her head and seemed even convinced of it.

Sophie was cheerful and outgoing. I exchanged love with the seasons. In the spring he fell in love with David. In the fall by Jean. And he always told me that he had found his eternal love. Of course. At the next station, another eternal love arose. Perhaps our friendship was precisely because we are so different. Sophie was a rare beauty, with her straight blond hair. Perfect and curvaceous body. Blue eyes like the Mediterranean sea, and a beautiful and crystal clear voice. He had a large number of friends and, of course, admirers. She was witty and vain. Always leave home in your high heels and well made up. I used to always repeat: -La beauté n'est Nunca trop.

Comparing the two of us, the difference was stark. I didn't think I was ugly. Just common. Six feet five. Brown hair and eyes. I loved my jeans and T-shirts. Always with a ponytail and no makeup. Before Mom got sick, I used to go out with Sophie and our friends. Sometimes we went to a pub in the city. But I soon got bored and wanted to go home. The smell of drink and cigarettes made me sick. And I always had a book waiting for me. And how I loved them. It was the only way to enter a world that was not mine. Live another reality even for a few hours.

- Yes. Kill that bastard Anie. It is the only solution for you to get rid of this executioner.

She spoke louder and I looked around to make sure no one could hear us. I decided to argue with her. I spoke slowly and quietly. My tone of voice has always been a little hoarse. Mom used to romance and said she was sexy.

- I would never take the life of another human being. Never!!!! - I repeated emphatically.

She opened her mouth to argue, but I motioned with my hand for her to wait for me to finish.

- I don't think killing someone is something I would do. And ... we have the fact that murder is a crime, you know?

I stared at her and continued.

- I imagine you also know that I can be arrested. I raised my eyebrow in a questioning tone.

- I don't want to leave the current prison for another.

- But then ...? She said indecisively.

I looked at her with exasperation:

- Murder is definitely not the solution.

I bowed my head and shrugged. I felt defeated and powerless.

Sophie shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He patted my hand.

- You can move in with us. I know my parents would love it.

How can we not love this magnificent creature? This friend who offered what I had to try to solve my problems. But, I was well aware of the difficulties your family was facing. His father was unemployed and his mother took two shifts at the hospital as a nurse. Besides, of course, the faculty of tourism that consumed almost all the family's money. Sophie worked part-time at a travel agency, but the salary was almost symbolic.

I remember when we were finishing high school and we were choosing which college we would attend. Because of my love for books, there is nothing more natural than studying law. I even saw myself in court, pleading some case. But with Mom's illness, I made the choice to stay with her until the end.