Chapter 64
- ... Then came the month of my ... death, if so, one might say. I loved him madly, so that you would not think of me afterwards after my story. - I think I'm starting to understand that this is somehow connected with her personal relationships with women. - During that month after the funeral, I realized that Harry had a wonderful dream, but he did not have time to complete it. And I also could not come to terms with the fact that the bastard who killed him managed to escape from the scene of the crime. The police could not find him for over six months. After that I lost my nerves, and I decided to find it myself. But my strength as a civilian was not enough for this. Therefore, I entered the police academy. Having graduated, I had an excellent characterization and the opportunity to join the ranks of the police in any place and city of the country. But I chose Gotham. Two years of effort and they were crowned with success. I planted the scum that killed Harry. But after that I could no longer return to normal life. Personal life did not work out. I couldn't think about home, just work. During those two years I saw that Gotham is really a cesspool, that every year it gets worse and worse. But a sense of duty to my husband and people did not let me leave. I continued to serve in the police.
She set to work on a new bottle, but this time with beer. If only she could tell me everything and not pass out. As soon as all this gets into it?
- But that's not all. - I have already said, pushing her essence of the matter.
- Yes. - she nodded and became even more sad. - I've changed too. Something has changed in me. I don't even know what exactly, maybe because of the death of my husband, or it was in me for a long time, but I became in some way different. Not like everyone else ... - judging by the motor skills of his hands and bitten lips, he is very worried, nervous. - ... I began to feel that I do not like men sexually in general, but women ... At first it was light sympathy, then erotic dreams and fantasies. And then at one of the drunken parties of an old friend I was "picked up" by one of the friends of this friend. Daria, her name is that. Now we are in a relationship, or rather we were. This fool told everything to my parents. I hid it, but ... In general, I ran a little ahead, although not much. After that night that we had, I finally realized that I am a lesbian. A few more meetings and I began to fall in love with her. It was all messy and fast. I didn't even understand how we started dating. For me, she really became a dear person. A narrow circle of people, including my younger brother, knew about my orientation and our relationship. But the parents did not know about it. Until Daria called them this morning and told them. She was drunk and had long been bothered by the fact that I was hiding all this from them, the fact that we did not officially bind ourselves to the public. At the same time, she called not only them, but also the police station. At first, she thought that I was disappearing at work again. Because of alcohol, she stupidly forgot that I was on a business trip in Los Angeles ... And now they know everything both at work and in my family. Although ... after the call to the mother of her screams of obscenities and ... renunciation of me, now I don't even have a family. I'm an outcast now! - and threw the bottle into the mirror.
- Nerves are not the best indicator. - I said and finished my bottle - I thought you wanted to tell me something terrifying. But I just heard my partner come out. Your orientation is not a crime against public safety. Yes, you surprised me with that. But I didn't hate or despise you in the least. You are Rene Montoya. Yes, I am certainly sorry that such a woman is now "playing in a different team" and is not achievable for me. But that won't change my opinion of you for the worse. Plot? You won't get fired from your job because of this. People, what will they say? Do not worry about that. People are always saying something. If they hate or insult you because you are a lesbian, then spit on them. They are nobody to you! There will always be people who will support you. For example, like me ... Parents? They themselves have sinned as well as you. If you believe your stories about what kind of Catholic believers you are, then denying your blood is a sin. I am not a believer. But I would never do that to my child. Even though I would have yelled at him, I would never have denied. Daria, if you broke up, then I think you need to take a short break in your relationship with her. To understand yourself, in her and in general in your relationship. And in the question, why did she do what she did? I have no right to tell you just said what I thought. Yes, I'm a man, yes, I'm a womanizer. But I would never judge you for your orientation. Unless he could have pinned it up and that's it. For me, women are not a prize of some kind, or cattle to keep them in the paddock. I cannot understand this and do not accept it. So don't worry. - And put his arm around her shoulders - Remember, I may not understand a lot in you or in the situation, but I will be glad to help you somehow.
You have increased the level of the "Narototherapy" skill
+ 100 to relations with Rene Montoya.
She cried again and buried her face in my chest. It was a cry from the heart. But I continued to console her. After all, she needed support.
Then, literally five minutes later, she passed out. Because of nerves, or because of alcohol, or maybe both. In general, I took her to the bed, wiped her face with a damp napkin, and brought a basin ... which literally a minute later was needed for its intended purpose.
She has this condition for a long time.