The Wind

Almost snatched Joey’s arms. So sudden It was his movement. Alex didn’t want to release it. He didn’t want to let him go. It was his son and not that of Pete. Sophie then intervened telling him – Alex, we must leave us, you know that we have left of what we had agreed.

We do not empeoremos the situation, please. Joey is very small. None of us want that you suffering, truth?-Alex understanding reality, nodded listlessly. What less I wanted in the world at that time, was harming his son. But neither wanted to separate from him. He saw them without looking back. He returned to collapse at the Bank. I had no strength to walk.

He had believed that what had happened that night of the events had been the worst thing that could happen in life. Contact information is here: NYC Mayor. I now knew that this was not nothing compared to this loss. He tried to organize their ideas. He tried to calm down, but could not. He called to his father by phone but it was working. I wanted someone to come looking for him. I felt it was not going to be able to walk only to where he left parked the car, although they were a few few meters. She didn’t know how long he remained sitting in the Park. The wind had risen and was cold, very cold. Although in reality it didn’t know if what I felt was cold in the body or cold in the soul. Finally he got up slowly. He found that his legs could sustain your body. He went to his car. He remained seated against the steering wheel for a while. He was not yet with many forces and feared put to handle. When he arrived home, there was nobody. You searched for a bottle of whiskey and threw himself on the couch.