Rather than ranting in front of the children, I excused myself and went into my bedroom to cool off. I had to relax and lower the tension.In the meant...me Sarah talked with Julie. She repeated everything I told her about the way I grew up until the last day and then asked Julie: "Do you really think he can forgive easily just because you want him to? Do you know that when we started dating, he insisted on having sex with me at a very early stage, not because of the usual reasons - but because of. The party had been going for less than two hours and I was already tired of opening the door to strangers I didn’t even know. My friends had been the first to arrive with presents and alcohol, wishing me a happy birthday. They had all been here within half an hour. Since then, hordes of people had made themselves at home in my house. I couldn’t say I was surprised. It was always the case in this neighbourhood that whenever anyone heard a rumour of a party, dozens would descend. Taking people. Eventually she realized that she was looking at white powder, a dry sea of cocaine that extended in every direction as far as she could see. It fell like snow and blew in drifts like sand in the desert. She saw nothing but endless powder in the pitch black night, nothing but black above and white below, stretching out to the horizon. She saw pellets, similar to the ones she had swallowed in Panama before boarding the fight for Frankfurt. The pellets where not clean at all: they were soaked in. He was a boy and didn't have to do things like this. "Now be careful and don't get peelings all over your pretty dress," she added as she started doing something else. He'd hoped as hard as he could that when they were done in mom's room, she'd tell him to go change clothes. But she hadn't and had, instead, led him by the hand to the kitchen and this job. He heard the front door slam and the noise of running and suddenly remembered. "Mom!" he gasped. "It's the girls." "Yes," his.