The minute, however, she move out – she had to search the wall to hold her weaker knees.

From a far she could see: Meltic.

“What…a …fuck…”

Bette look to the brunette man, nonetheless, the usual wave of feelings got blocked almost completely for her own will. “ No… Not anymore…” She moved in their direction. What a fuck are…he doing …here?.. The brunette woman got blind to any other thing and walked straight to the group – to Tina.

Helena and Shane, who were waiting for Bette, however, after read the lines at the frown at Bette’s forehead, intercepted her way and brought her to a corner. “Dear… Come here…What’s wrong?”, the English woman asked calmly.

Bette could only point with the chin.

“Who is that?”

“It´s him…Shane…”

“Him?” She repeated confused. “Him… Oh….Fuck! Him!”

“Tina’s ex…” Helena said carefully.

“I don’t care about if he´s her ex…I don’t care about any …any… of Tina’s ex, Hel…” The art collector said in a hush low down tone. “I don’t care…because he was her ex…I care because it’s him…”

They guarded silence. They’ve presence what that man, whoever he was or is, may do to their friends nights.

“Take it easy, Bette…”

“I …” It was like if she had seen a disgusting scene, that feeling of complete absence of comfort. The mocha woman avoid eye contact with the scene: Tina, Meltic and a brunette woman were talking friendly, but, when she sensed he moved and touched Tina’s shoulder with intimacy, she faced Helena with hateful eyes. “…I can’t see him … “She controlled her legs not to run. “…I can’t be frozen this way, watching him… touching her…” However, all of a sudden, Helena and Shane also watched those eyes became childish and deserted. “Touch… her with those… filthy hands!” It was a statement and a cry out.

“Dear… Maybe…” But Helena had never been intimate with those spiritual, dogmatic aspects of life and death.

But, Shane had. “Maybe…He’s different now, Bette…You know… Maybe he changed…You recall one of your lives that clearly he had been and he was your tormentor, but…” She stopped to organize her words. “You can’t blame him forever. It’s like never give a chance to an ex convict, because of what he did…” The skinny girl embraced the curled haired brunette. “ Maybe…I said maybe, he’s regenerated on this lifetime some way – some how, sweetie… That’s what is this all about, hn? Isn’t that what life is all about?”