Bloody Weekend

Chapter 50

She loves Amy. Little Amy, that's how she always pictured him. Little Amy, who had arrived at Logdewood for a vacation, was ashamed, wide-eyed, and began to not want to talk. But

then he became open, enthusiastic, and affectionate.

Ryan's inclination to spend

a large part of her life in the past, and accepting the present doubtfully as unexamined, makes it too late to see Amy

as an adult woman who makes a living.

That night in The Blossom, when he entered in a cold and shivering state after

his strange and deeply disturbing quarrel with Graciela and when he saw Amy kneeling to light a fire, he realized that Amy was no longer a child

a loving one but an adult woman. The sight made him worried. For a moment he felt he was missing something that was a very valuable part of Logdewood.

Then, without a doubt true, he spoke based on the feelings that suddenly appeared. He said, ”It's good if I can

meet more often with you, dear Amy.”

As she stood in the moonlight, she conversed with Graciela who was no longer Graciela

the one he knew, who he had loved for so long, panicked. Now he faces another disorder in his lifestyle that has been so regular. Little Amy was also a part of Logdewood, but this was no longer little Amy, but a brave and sad-eyed woman was a person she did not know.

From that moment on, he was always worried, and he worried

himself because he never thought and never cared about the happiness and comfort of Amy's life. Given Amy's unbearable job at her boss's dress shop, the longer she gets harder. Finally he was determined to see the situation at the fashion store.

Suspicious, Ryan peeked through the display glass where there was a purple dress patterned with small golden flowers tied around a small waist, some very small and nice-looking trouser suits, and a satin evening dress whose color is rather striking. Ryan doesn't know what a woman's outfit is. He judged it only on instinct. But he assumed that everything displayed there showed a beauty filled with falsehood. No, she thought, this place doesn't suit Amy.

Someone yes maybe Julia Cavendish certainly has to take action about it. Ryan tried to overcome his embarrassment. He held his shoulder slightly bent, and then he entered.

He felt paralyzed by shame. Two little flirtatious girls, with hair

the silvery Pierang, looking at the clothes in a display cabinet, spoke in a shrill voice, assisted by a black salesman. Section

behind the shop, a small waenita with a big nose, a red voice, and an unpleasant voice, was holding out with a large buyer who was confused about a change in a nightgown.

From a small room next to him, there was the sound of a woman picking up, rising up.

”The ugly really is really ugly, can't you bring something more worth trying?”

I heard Amy's delicate voice murmuring, a voice

polite and persuasive.

”The model of this wine is very beautiful. And I think it suits you. How about you try..” .

”I don't want to waste time trying on such ugly clothes. Try to try a little. I told you, I don't want purple. Listen listen well what people say to you..”.

Ryan's neck is hot. He hopes Amy

throw that shirt in the face of the woman who killed it. But Amy murmured instead, ”Try me looking again. If it's not wrong, you don't want the yellow one, madam? How about this pink one?”

”Bad is so bad! No, I don't want to

see what else. Just wasting time..”.

At that time Mr. Ferguson left his family

the old and fat one and approached Ryan. He looked at Ryan with a questioning look. Ryan is self-inflicted.

Mr. Ferguson's eyebrows went up, but were then spotted

by her Edward's clothes intersected expensively

and he smiled too. But his smile was more unsightly than his anger.

From inside the restroom, the voice of the woman rose

piercingly.

”Observe! It's so awkward of you. You

ripped my hair mesh.”

And Amy answered in an unsteady voice,

”I'm sorry, Madam.”

”Agrace once.” The voice was gone, blocked. ”Wild

iwork myself. Please get me my brown belt.”

”Now Miss Owen is free,” said Mr. Ferguson. Now his smile looks sly.

A grumpy-looking woman, with sand-colored hair, came out of the restroom, carrying a few parcels, and

langsung out onto the highway. Amy, dressed in green clothes with a very simple cut, opened the door for her. He looked pale and sad.

”I came to take you out to lunch,” Ryan said without further ado.

Amy looked at the clock with a big look.

”Jam one quarter I'm new free,” he said.

It was one hour past ten minutes.

With ease Mr. Ferguson said, ”If you want, please,

you may leave now, Miss Owen, because your friend has come to pick you up.”

”Oh, thank you, Mr. Ferguson ” muttered Amy,

and on Ryan he said, ”I'll be ready soon.”

Then he disappeared into the back of the shop. Ryan, shuddering that Mr Ferguson was putting pressure on his friend, struggled nervously.

Mr. Ferguson was just about to have a stale conversation with him, but as soon as the door opened, and a woman who looked luxurious, entered with a Peking dog. Mr. Ferguson's trade instincts prompted him to approach the newcomer.

Amy reappeared, already wearing her dark blue coat. Ryan immediately grabbed his elbow and directly led him out of the store.

”Yes, God,” said, ”do you have to

adjusting to that thing? I

heard that damn woman talking to you behind the curtain. How can you hold on to that, Amy? Why don't we

you just threw that fucking shirt on his head?”