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Deborah:
We'll manage.
Thomas:
I confirm with you. I need to work now.
Deborah:
You need other things in life to do.
Thomas:
I do. I look after my daughters.
Deborah:
You understood me.
Thomas:
See you later, sister.
Deborah:
Until.
I tossed my cell phone aside and flopped onto the mattress. All I needed was my sister picking on me.
I couldn't imagine how going to a crowded place full of drunk young people would help me feel better. Considering that she was a promoter, she should also look for more suitable places.
Chapter twelve
I applied a little more lipstick when I realized that my lips were dry and leathery, then straightened my wavy hair and left the bathroom. My grandmother was in the same place as always, in the living room, and took a good look at me.
“Wow, you look so beautiful.”
“Are you sure?” I scowled as I ran my hands over the skirt of an old denim dress that lay folded and crumpled at the bottom of my closet. Since I hardly ever went out, I only wore my teacher's clothes and stayed at home without worrying about the rest.
“Of course!”
“I don't know if it's a good idea to go clubbing with Jennifer. There's...”
“Darling,” my grandmother interrupted me before I could start a speech and cite all the reasons not to go, “you're young, you're beautiful, and you still have a lot to enjoy.”
“But you...”
“I'll be fine here with my TV companion.”
“If you feel hungry?”
“My legs still work enough for me to go to the kitchen and get something from the fridge.”
“You could fall.”
“Are you giving me a hard time?”
“Of course not!”