My friends open and close their mouths
-So you are a shareholder of an agency at the European level?
Karina drinks a tea with lemon and turns on the lights because with the incipient night our faces begin to get lost. My friends have been with me all day. Seeing Blake's car drive away, they take the stairs with giant steps.
Anthony made me a pitcher of lime tea and Laura went in search of blankets to cover me with next to the couch. I've had a cold feeling walking down my back all day that won't go away.
-And your mother took the money and left?
With both hands I hold my who knows what number cup of lime blossom.
-Yes.
-And you lived with them for three years," Anthony sits down next to me and covers my shaking shoulders with the same blanket that was beginning to wring at my elbows.
-Almost four.
-And you don't remember anything.
-Nothing at all," I answer Karina, blowing out the smoke that moistens my swollen eyes.
-What about grandma To?i? -Anthony asks in a very soft voice. I thank her. My head is a hollow, damaged bass drum.
-His mother paid the fare for him to pick me up.
-Why would they want to leave you? I don't understand.
I sigh deeply. I feel like the most abandoned piece of shit on the dunghill.
-His mother suffered from depression and was jealous that his father treated me like a daughter. When she was cured she repented and tried to look for me, but she could not find me. She left in her will that she wanted twenty percent of the shares to be given to me. Apparently that is the market value of my bone marrow.
-And why didn't he tell you the first time? -Karina doesn't quite understand.
-First, I wasn't sure that I was me. I had to confirm it. It seems that your mother left in the will some requirements. I'm not sure what she told me. And then...
-Then? -The three heads are pointing at me.
-He fell in love," I say, crying as if I were five years old and the hamster had died.
Laura strokes my tangled hair as I dry my eyes with the sleeve of my fleece pajamas. The three of us are quietly sipping our infusions when Karina's shriek gives us a global heart attack.
-God! -He covers his mouth with two hands to stop the words as he looks at the cell phone and at us. At us and at the cell phone. And so on and on and on. Accelerated and without rest.
-What? -I say in fear. He still doesn't speak. What!
-That company. The Agency," he says, showing me the screen, "bills thousands of thousands. Sofi... You're a millionaire.
The cup fell on the floor.