9. Hallucinogenic drug

9. Hallucinogenic drug

CELESTE

We arrived at the town of Regne where everything was supposed to be quiet and we would do social service in the Carmen church; the main cathedral of the town. The secret service had strong reasons to assume that Georgette would come here to pose as one of the nuns transferred from another place and ask to do service here to get involved and then start looking for her new victims, as had been her modus operandi. .

They also warned us that she had undergone operations on her face after the captivity she experienced in the previous cathedral that left her traumatized and over the years she must have changed, so we had to be attentive in case we didn't recognize her, but looking around the brothers gathered or the nuns at mass, I couldn't see her.

I settled into the armchair with my modest worker's clothes; That was what I was supposed to do here, be an undercover worker, clean and try to pass almost invisibly.

"I'm going to get water," Freddy said, getting up on my right side, leaving Angelo sitting on my left side and I don't know why this suddenly felt uncomfortable and intimate, we were next to each other, without touching, yet I still perceived his fragrance. freshly shaved and that strange confused energy that came out of him, like melancholy and at the same time annoyance.

Now that I knew his reality, I felt a little sorry for him, because when he decided to get married he decided to do it to be happy and build a home, something that evidently was never possible... and on the other hand, there was me, with maybe his baby. At some point he longed for him without letting him know him.

Why did I suddenly feel so bad for him? The idea of introducing him to William was beginning to torment me, I mean, more than once my son asked why he didn't have a dad and I told him because it wasn't possible, he never understood but he settled for my answer.

I looked at Angelo out of the corner of my eye, his perfect silhouette that once blew my mind, it was very strange to be here so close again in a church again, at a mass, of course the difference was that they were not undercover police, now They were police officers whose uniform was visible and would stand guard every day. Not even in the strangest turns of life would I have imagined it.

"Don't you think it's strange to be in a church again?" I asked Angelo with some irony in a very low way without being able to contain my impulse of wanting to talk and perhaps raise the idea of introducing him to William when I saw him again.

"Don't talk to me," he scolded me without flinching, "don't be irreverent."

I raised both eyebrows and any argument on the tip of my tongue or any willingness to talk instantly vanished.

I rolled my eyes, apparently I was still in the same shitty mood as this morning, who understood this man? Night he kissed me, not just my mouth, he gave me almost an orgasm riding on the counter with his tongue and today he acted as if I had killed his dog.

"You're a shitty bipolar, you know that?" I whispered. They told us to get up, so we did.

"No rudeness here, have respect," he replied and then the mass ended, as soon as she could she quickly went to another place leaving me alone.

Wow, how hypocritical this man could be asking for respect in the church when he never had it before.

I got up when I saw that Freddy motioned for me to come closer to him, so I went with him and we met the priest Balá, an older person who seemed kind, however since my last experience I did not trust religion, that is, I believed in God, I believed that there must really be a greater force... but religion left me traumatized for life.

They showed us the facilities where we would work starting tomorrow.

At least we wouldn't have to stay here, we'd stay in an apartment near the church. After a moment we left, when we got to where we would stay, I settled into my room, it was small, not very comfortable but at least I had a bed to sleep on. I lay thinking about William while he took the things they gave me out of my bag and put them in the closet.

I sat down not knowing what to do now and took out the photo from my wallet where my beautiful boy was. I missed him too much. What would he be doing now? Tears filled my eyes, damn secret agents who separated me against my will, damn Georgette who had gone crazy and wanted to kill me.

They knocked on the door of my room.

“Come in,” I said, wiping my face.

After a few seconds they opened, it was Freddy with a slight smile.

"Are you going to eat? I made some dinner."

His eyes dropped to the photo in my hands and he asked:

"You miss him?"

I smiled, leaving the photo in its place.

"Very much."

I got up and went out with him to the living room, it smelled like smoke, Freddy ran to see the toast, apparently he had forgotten to turn off the frying pan. He turned it off but the smoke filled the whole place, I opened the windows and helped him get the smoke out, he kept apologizing saying that he thought he had turned off the frying pan. He got some aromatic incense that he found in a drawer and the smell slowly disappeared. I helped him make more toast and we ate while we sat on the sofa in the living room. Even though we had closed the windows and turned off the incense, the smell was intense of vanilla and what seemed like forest herbs.

"Celeste, you know? I think I can get you to talk to your son," he said, probably seeing my sad and thoughtful face after we had laughed so much over the burnt toast.

"Really?" I said hopefully.

"I think I can call social services." He said and took out his phone, started talking to someone, leaving his empty plate aside, he watched him attentively while he moved his mouth; He hadn't realized how pretty she was, she looked just like Angelo's... wait a minute, I stopped, why was he comparing them?