Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Othman]

Upon being startled with heavy footsteps, Julio opened his eyes with a terrible headache. One would not hesitate to say that this man was apparently having a hangover. First thing he did was to quietly mutter in the dusty corner he was lying half awaken as usual when he did not feel well. ''Oh god, I should not have touched the 3rd bottle.'' he muttered quietly. Then he attempted to stare around eyes wide open, yet the vision was still quite blurry. He moved to sit up and recognized a large bucket full up with water. The bartenders had made a habit of leaving buckets around filled with water these days to prevent the cleaning disorder in the lounge especially when Crete was short of water.

Julio moved close to the bucket, stared around again with weary eyes and then suddenly splashed the entire amount of water on his face by pouring it down on his head. Now he was wet as a rat but the gloomy vision had been replaced with a clearer sight making him able to select the figures around more apparently and effectively. It did not take quite long for him however, to understand that most of the people in the lounge were gazing at him with inquisitiveness. A man taking shower with a bucket of water in front of the entire lounge.. Well this was not quite a usual thing for the recent history of the lounge itself..

Unexpectedly, Julio was not neither blushed by the face as he would in his younghood nor did he feel any kind of bashfullness. Not only this was a contradicting way of behaviour with his overall manner, but the mood he had was as if he was somehow assuming to be more and more indifferent every passing day after Pedro's loss.

While staring at the bar desks, Julio's eyes recognized somebody who suddenly triggered an ungaugable avocation in his mind. A beautiful young lady whose face lines were terrificly similar with Pedro's was sitting on a desk drinking espresso. ''Oh my.. this could be Pedro's daughter, Teresa..'' he said to himself. He had remembered from the last reports that Teresa Chaves, Pedro's daughter would join the sides of the brotherhood soon. The immense enthusiasm to corroborate this young ladys personality was growing rapidly and he could not resist much longer to sitting next to her. He was still drying himself with the towel bartender had thrown and Julio requested a new shirt while gazing Teresa with curious eyes, still unsure of her real identity and still sceptic about attempting to talk to her..

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On the uncharted lagoons of anguish, I sail with a canoe made of my sins.