What my truth hides
-And Blake took you home?
-We live together. In case you haven't heard, we are roommates.
Karina tries to find oil in a dry hole. Without listening to her I reach for my second paracetamol of the day. I should file a complaint with the social security. The post-disappointment drugs should have a hundred percent discount.
I rest my cell phone on the sink while the girls on the other side twist their necks to the right so as not to fall off the screen.
-Here you are!
At the bottom of the drawer is a loose one. It doesn't matter. I'm not a melindre. I shake it a little and it goes in.
-Did you just chew the pill? How disgusting! -I open my mouth so Laura can better appreciate my throat.
They both retch as I laugh. It's my moment of revenge. They owe me. We've been talking about Blake and his wonders for half an hour. I don't need them to point out his physical and spiritual magnificence. They are my friends and hopes lead them to believe beyond my means. And I don't say that because I'm under the influence of a hangover. Mine is pure scientific evidence. Five foot six, brown eyes, wet mud hair, I'm the girl who doesn't make it through the week of interest from a guy like Blake.
-There's nothing to tell," I say, picking up my cell phone so my friends don't keep their heads down. After the fourth beer I don't remember anything.
-I would say second Gin and tonic.
-Was it Gin and tonic?
-After two shots and a coffee liqueur, yes. Karina adds.
-I think I'm going to throw up.... -I throw the cell phone into the bidet.
-Sofia!
-I'm fine. False alarm. I pull my hair back and steady my dizzy eyes. I have nothing to throw out. I threw it all out before seven in the morning.
-Your conversation is most pleasant. Would you please stand us up? We've been staring at the faucet and that weird, undefined colored thing for a while now.
-It's my washcloth. I pick up the IPhone to look them in the face again.
-Green diarrhea?
-Pistachio green -I answer looking at the garment with some doubts. Now that Laura says it...
-I think he's a great guy. He helps us with the program, he's an engineer, he's educated, he's conversational, he's a foreigner.
-And again the sheep to the pen. Sometimes you are very tiresome.
-It's a... Where are you? In the living room? Won't you be nearby?
I throw myself head first on the couch.
-If I were at home I would have cut them off by now.
-Well," Laura relaxes, "as I was saying, he's the perfect guy for you. Handsome, smart, good job and you say he bought a car? He's the guy we're looking for.
-And that's good enough for us if it's pleasing to the eye. Karina manages to get a good laugh out of us.
-They are little girls.
-No way. You like it. And much more than we do. Don't deny it." They look at me, swallowing their amusement.
Damned friendship that reveals the best tuned secrets.
-Not at all.
-Confess! Remember what the tarot told me. Moreno with an intense personality and in love with you to the hilt.
I don't answer. I am one foot away from falling into the precipice of amorous accusations. When you fall into their nets you don't survive. Not with my friends.
-Don't act so dignified. That boy is for small bites.
-Laura likes Blake. Laura likes Blake... -Kari starts with the ditty and I feel a moral obligation to come to the rescue.
-Not bad.
-Not bad?
-It's interesting," they both bite their lips, "It's good! It's perfect. And that's the problem, don't you see?
-Handsome and a good boy? Oh yes, we can see it clearly. A dreadful problem," Laura squeezes her chest with both hands.
-You know what I mean.
-No, not really.
-Aying, don't make me say what you already know.
-If you're going to start with the bullshit about how you're a waif and nobody cares about you, I'm going to come to your house and beat you.
I bite my upper teeth with my lower teeth. Hearing that sentence out loud sounds too stupid, but what they don't know is that in my head it possesses the total of logics. The sorrows inside are more pitiful than hundreds of words spoken. What I have lived is an experience carved with the hammer of tears. And that is not easy to overcome. In my case the attempts to overcome are sand plasters trying to cover a deep furrow. One that I fear the first rain will leave uncovered.
-He can't be trusted. My firmness of words borders on the ridiculous.
-Why do you say that? -They both crane their necks toward the screen to get a better look at me.
He's the kind of man who would cheat on me at the first slip-up. I don't want to live with a bitter soul waiting for him to beat me.
-You can't know that," my lips grimace too much. Yes, he's super handsome, so what? They fall in love too. Not all guys are liars and cheaters. Some even have feelings," Karina smiles sideways.
-Impossible.
-That's not it at all. There are the nice ones, the kind ones, the quiet ones, the reserved ones, and then there are the Blakes.
-The Blakes? -Karina takes the question from my lips.
-Laura gesticulates, touching her shoulder with the tip of her finger and lifting it up burning.
-Don't be an idiot. Karina takes the words out of my mouth again.
-Baby, you're beautiful and I think he likes you. End of discussion -Laura again takes the seriousness as the bastion of our conversation.
-Sofi, not all people are the same. Ruben could see it coming three leagues away. Blake is not the typical tattooed guy with a motorcycle who doesn't give a damn if you breathe or suffer.
-We are your friends and family. We would never want someone to hurt you.
-Because you are good girls.
-And maybe he is, too. He's been helping out at the radio station for a month," Karina blows into a teacup. He's offered you a great opportunity at the agency. Why would he do anything like that except that he's a guy who can see your worth?
I swallow my words. To that I have no pessimism with which to counterattack.
-When do you start in your new position?
-In a few days," I answer Laura.
-Please, baby. He's a great guy. He likes you and he values your knowledge. He wants you to work by his side. Believe me, he's a sincere man. He wouldn't give you a job to laugh at you.
I keep quiet again. Karina's conclusions seem logical.
-He's gay. I say the nonsense to cut the seriousness of the conversation.
-He is not gay. Laura quickly replies.
-How do you know? -Karina seems intrigued. I'm intrigued too. We both stick our noses to the screen.
-I saw a picture of a woman in his wallet.
-She may be his sister.
-Not of those pictures. You know... it was one of the others. He dropped it when he was picking up the wires.
-Others?
-One of those...
-What are those?
-Sofia! Does everything have to be explained to you?! The poor guy turned as red as a tomato. It was a redhead with tits. Very booby.
I look at Karina who puts her face inside the cup.
-That girl had more tits than torso. Laura finishes explaining herself and the gagging rises again in my larynx.
-He's a depraved creep!
I answer with anger and a little bit of jealousy, a lot of jealousy! If I had any hope Laura just gave him the extreme unction.
I go to the kitchen and rest the phone on a potted plant while pouring a juice. Vitamin C is good for hangovers. I hope it also helps with heartache.
-He became friends with Anthony.
-And what does that mean? -Karina asks Laura while I swallow half a glass without tasting. Disappointment does not allow me to do so.
-I'm saying that Anthony wouldn't bring a depraved guy to Sofi's house. Besides, all guys like boobs - one picture doesn't make him a sexual psychopath!
-That's why. Laura answers Karina. It is ideal for Sofi.
-You would give a cross-eyed possum a chance. I answer Laura who smiles innocently.
-They are God's little animals," she answers with a good girl's face.
Laura's heart is bigger than the zoo. It can house a fox as well as a groundhog. And no, I'm not just referring to the animal species. She is so tender that in her world she is divided between the good and the loving ones.
-Was she very pretty? -I sigh before dropping the glass and walking into the living room.
-I don't know, I couldn't see much more than her breasts . He picked it up and hid it too fast - he said something about putting it on, but I didn't believe him.
-I'm sure she was a stunning redhead.
They both look at me to join in and sing.
-Sofia likes Blake. Sofia likes Blake. Sofia...
-Hello! I bought some fresh juice and croissants. They're the best thing for a hangover, at least that's what Elvira said -her nose pokes out before her head in the kitchen-. Sorry, I didn't know you were talking.
-He brought you breakfast is a..." sighs are heard.
-I just cut.
The voices on the other end were muffled, however, before I hit the button, I managed to see their artist hands cross in the center of their chest sighing hearts. Friends, despicable beings I would kill if it weren't for the fact that they offer too much joy.