The oxygen mask hanging from the ceiling subject a tube lens, as the pendulum swung the old clock had my grandmother in the living room of his home in Arizona.
- been good Is not love? ─ asked Meg.
"Come on, put me another drink ─ I answer, while I think your way to fuck is so monotonous and boring as his own existence.
"Okay, I also serve another. This bring the cooler into the ambulance was a great idea ─ says, while relocate ice in glasses, a slice of lime, gin and tonic. During the filling process, Meg puts your fat ass and cellulite a foot from my face, I think I despise bite but almost immediately, too much effort, not worth it. Meg is married to Steve, the only driver of this people dull.
One afternoon, four years ago repairing Chevrolet old sheriff's workshop on the esplanade of an ambulance parked. Apparently the driver did not notice a stone on the road destroying the vehicle housing and other vital parts. After a quick inspection, I informed the driver to take me three to four weeks to repair. It was when I heard moving a seriously injured person to the county hospital.
The move continued in Steve's taxi, told next day how the patient came luncheon at the hospital and the health of the ambulance were in town to perform the relevant procedures.
That was the first night Meg wine to drink with me. When we ran out of gin in the battered leather sofa office after the sheriff's car. Meg was only wearing wide-brimmed hat of the man of the law.
Since then Steve's wife comes to sorting the accounts of the workshop two or three times a month. I keep the ambulance in perfect condition while waiting for someone to come collect and pay the six hundred seventy-three U.S. dollars of the settlement.
Meanwhile Meg and I give a good account of it.
- Another cup, my love? ─ I asked Meg.
"You know I do not like to call me" my love. "
"For the love of god, do not start now.
- What we know about love - I say "I believe in this love we are but beginners. We say we love and love us, no doubt. I loved Holly and Holly loved me and you and Steve are in love. You know what I'm talking love, physical love. That momentum carries you to someone specific, and the love that inspires the being of another person. Sentimental love, that the daily care of another person, the essence the other person ...
- Have you caught the baby? Are you drunk?
"Honey, I'm just talking," I protested, OK? I do not need to be drunk to say what I think. We are talking about is not it? I insisted.
- Vale! But I remember that Steve is coming and we philosophizing naked.
Sounds like someone, Steve, maybe kicking a can on the esplanade. The cat's workshop belly licking rushing the last rays of sun, shot out. I do not know what strange
will led me to sound the siren of the ambulance.
Meg, drunk, laughed big laughs. Jorge
Vajñenko.
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