Chapter 27: AS IN THE OLD TIMES
Detective Borges and Lorena, the psychologist, talked in her office about the strange consultation with Reinaldo and the episode of the doe's appearance.
- Not! For! You're being ironic. Don't play with my professionalism. I'm a serious person.
- Um, I know. Seriously. We know, right? - Borges interrupted, being ironic once again.
- Stop this. It looks like you don't grow up. Remembering things that happened a long time ago. Speaks seriously. About it now. Something very strange is happening to this boy. And I don't know if I can help you, when I find myself in a patient's situation in this.
- Do you know that I think that too? I'm sure he killed his stepfather. I confirmed that that night we talked at the bar. Although at one point we were so drunk that I doubted my judgment faculties. But his story moved me. Even a part of me denying it, finding it all ridiculous.
- I want to help you, really. But the way I can. Here, in the office. Don't get me involved in one more of your problems, you troublemaker.
- I? Gosh. It's been a long time. Do you remember?
- I remember we met casually in a nightclub. You saw me and came leaning. He hugged me and whispered in my ear to pretend to be boyfriends. Because of the case you were investigating.
- Yes, I remember, - said Borges, crossing his legs. He took the pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and matches from his pants pocket.
- Oh no sir. Which is. Not in the office. Please. - Why? It's the end of the day. You will not answer anyone else. It has good air here. Just pass that mask the smell.
- You really are an idiot. When I think about how I liked a useless person like you. Oh my. - Lorena lamented playfully. She pulled out his cigarette and took a drag. Then he got up and raised the blind and opened the window.
- So, as I said, I remember that. The guy I was watching. I mean, my job. Another suspect of infidelity that the woman has investigated. Then I asked you to hit on her. To make a scene.
- Yup. But the guy didn't care about me. So I thought, there is something wrong with me. "But there was something wrong with him," Borges added, getting up and going towards her.
- Yes. We found that out when I came back from the bathroom. It was the excuse I gave to retouch makeup and think of some bolder move.
- Not even if you left the bathroom naked and appeared in front of him. - Borges said, remembering the situation.
- The guy gets up, I look and he swerves in the other direction. At that time I saw the face you made. Hilarious. Sometimes I find myself remembering that.
- Hey, but the guy blew a kiss on the other guy's tongue. Did you want me to react how?
- At least you can say to his wife: - Your husband doesn't have another woman.
- Ah yes. He has no other woman. There's another man. The two laughed a lot at this and continued to remember and laugh at many other situations from the past. They both had a history. And the affinities and the connection were undeniable. One hour Lorena stopped, stared at him and in those two or three seconds her knees shook and he, like an experienced fisherman who feels Pixar the hook, took the opportunity and kissed her. The two threw themselves together in a sweeping manner on the office table. Distraught he tried to open his pants while she pulled him by the tie. Her legs were soft and warm. He went with his hand between her legs and took off her panties. He felt humility drain and he leaned over her and kissed her. They fit and she moaned like a little girl from high school. That's how he described it in his mind. It was intense and unforgettable, like the old days.
Miles away, Reinaldo, sitting on the sofa in the living room, was thinking about his guest, the Russian, and the meaning of his coming to Arcadina. Could it be that now all that puppet theater, where he was obviously manipulated, would finally reveal all the witchcraft behind that sordid mechanism? But the guy was nice. Reinaldo's mother had liked him very much. Dona Alma fell on all fours for the mustachioed Russian.
Still, he suspected, not of his character, but of his role in all of this. Since he, like Reinaldo and the guy from the accident with the doe, seemed to be guided by invisible threads in an articulated plot well before they were born. As if God played with them, like pieces in a game. The bell rang. Reinaldo uses the controller to see the time on TV. It was one o'clock in the morning. Who could be one of those hours. He opened the braid but did not release the chain. When he saw it was Ellen he let out a breath and smiled. She stood there waiting. He apologized and was excited to open the door. Then she saw the priest right behind her. But the surprise and happiness of seeing her at first made him ignore the other presence.
- I have a lot to tell you. I do not even know where to begin with.
Gifts
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received Weekly Power Status
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Ranking 
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