Bloody Weekend
Chapter 61
Natasha said, ”But you won't understand, Graciela. Peter is not... he is not..” Natasha stood up, silent, and pityed.
Suddenly he raised his eyes, looking at Graciela's face. ”All sheer lies , all! All my guess about him! I saw Peter's face when he followed the woman out that night. Karen Clark's! I do know that he loved that woman, Peter loved her years ago, before he met and married me. But I think it's over. It's been the past.”
”But it has indeed passed, Natasha, ” Graciela said subtly.
Natasha shaking.
”No. The woman***** was, Karen came and pretended that she had not seen Peter in years. But I saw his face, Peter's face. He went outside with the guy just like Graciela. I went to bed. I lay on the bed and tried to read a book. I read the detective story Peter was reading. And Peter hasn't come yet. I'm finally out.”
His eyes glared in remembrance of the events of that night.
”Time is bright moon. So I can get out without using a flashlight. I went down the path, towards the fish pond. At home
rest there is light. They are there , Peter and women ***** that..”.
Graciela let out a faint sigh. Natasha's face has changed. No longer showing a rather empty hospitality. That face had now turned cruel, unforgiving.
”Today I believed him , on Peter. I believed him, as if he were God. I thought he was the most noble man in the world. I thought he was a figure full of goodness and glory. But it's all a lie! I was knocked down without a handle. All this time I adored Peter!”
Graciela looked at him charmingly. Because in
before his eyes now Natasha is the figure he once imagined, and which he later created by painting it. This is the Adoration. The boundless adoration of the devotee is cast down, deceived, and becomes a very dangerous creature.
”I can't take it anymore,” Natasha said. ”I have to kill him! Got to! You understand, right, Graciela?”
The words he said in a normal tone that could be said to be very friendly.
”And I knew that I had to be very careful, very careful, because the police are very clever. But I'm not as stupid as people think! If we are slow and like to stare blankly, people will think we do not understand what. They'll even think we're stupid. Sometimes in our hearts we laugh at them! I know that I
could kill Peter, and no one would know, as I've read in detective stories that the police can determine from what weapon a bullet was fired. That evening, William Cavendish had shown me how to charge and fire a gun. I'm gonna get two guns out of his study. I'll shoot Peter with one gun, then I'll hide it, and I'll let it go
people find me holding another revolver. At first they will think I shot him, then they will find that he was not shot with the gun, and they will say that it was not me who did it!”
He nodded with a sense of victory.
”But I forgot on that leather thing. What's name?
Gun gloves? It's in the drawer in my bedroom. Police must not care about that stuff anymore now.”
”Why not?” graciela. ”It's better
you gave it to me so I could take it away. Once that thing is gone from you, you'll be safe.”
Graciela sitting. Suddenly he felt very tired.
Natasha said, ”You don't look well. I
seedang made tea earlier.”
He came out of that room. A little later he came back with a tray. On top of it was a tea pot, a milk container, and two cups.
The milk is abundant because it is too full. Natasha put down the tray, then poured her a cup of tea, and gave it to Graciela.
”Gosh,” he said gloomily, ”I think the water in the kettle wasn't boiling.”
Natasha was worried for a while, then walked out of the room. Graciela leaned forward, placed her arms on the table, and leaned against her on the arm. He was tired, very tired. But now it's almost done. Natasha will be safe, as Oleb John will.
He sat up straight again, pulled his hair from his forehead, and took a cup. But the sound on the doorway made him look. This time Natasha moved quickly.
Standing in the doorway was Eloise Hope.
”The front door is open,” he said as he approached the table, ”so I ventured to maesuk.”
”You!” graciel said in a surprised tone.
”How did you get here?”
”When you suddenly depart from The Blossom, I immediately know your destination. I rented a car very fast, and came straight here.”
”Oh,” Graciela sighs. ”No wonder.”
”Don't drink that tea,” Eloise said as she took the cup and put it back on the tray. ”Tea made from non-boiling water is not good to drink.”
”Is it about boiling water just so big
mean?”
Gently Eloise said, ”Everything is great
meaning.” There was a sound behind Eloise, and Natasha walked into the room. He brought a briefcase. His eyes glanced at Eloise at a glance, then turned to Graciela .
Quickly Graciela said, ”His cup is a suspected figure, Natasha. Presumably Miss Hope continues to shadow me.
Thought I was the one who killed Peter, but he couldn't prove it.”
His speech grew slower and clearer. She was afraid that Natasha would reveal her own secret.
In a daze Natasha said, ”I'm sorry. Would you like some tea, Miss Hope?”
”No, thank you, Madam. ”
Natasha sat by the tray. He spoke in an apology.
”Sorry, all are out. My sister and my son went on a picnic. I was not well, so they left me at home.”
”Your love, Mistress.”
Natasha took a cup of tea, then drank.
”All very troublesome. All the. About him, Peter was usually the one who arranged all his galleries, and now Peter is gone.” Voice disappeared. ”Now Peter is gone..”
His eyes were confused and confused
moving from one to another. ”I don't know what to do without Peter. Prter is always taking care of me. He's the one who takes care of me. Now he's gone, and there's everything. And the children they ask constantly, they ask constantly about his father and me. I don't know what to say to Rudy. He asked me, ‘Why was Papa killed?’ One day, he'll know why. Rudy always wanted to know. To my surprise, he always asks
why, not who!”
