Chapter 3 Will have dinner

I returned to Nova Primavera two weeks ago, after spend three months in Portugal for work, I was very well received and I won a prize for best painter of obscure paintings, I participated in multiple interview channels; as was already known in the feld, I was even more so after exhibiting my paintings in Lisbon, as well as This led to several invitations to exhibit in other countries. Milena already evaluating some proposals. Today I will have dinner at your house to celebrate the success of the exposure, of course she knows I don't like fattery, I do what my work without expecting praise from anyone, I never needed third-party opinion to do my job, even more than people who don't even know me. But when it comes to my sister, if I don't accept it, she will be hurt for a month and complaining that I I'm not a good brother and I don't like her. Yes, she is dramatic. I got out of the shower with the towel wrapped around my waist. underwear in the closet drawer and put it on, leaving the towel on top from the bed. Then I grabbed a pair of jeans and put them on, I opted for a white shirt and over it one of the leather jackets that I like to use it, even more when I ride a motorcycle. I turned on the dryer and started drying my hair, fnishing to do a hairstyle, Milena says I'm obsessed with my hair just because I'm vain and I like to take care of. I looked in the mirror, fxing some blond strands that were falling on my forehead. I put on my shoes, put on some perfume and left the house. taking my wallet, cell phone and motorcycle key from the sideboard. I locked the door of the house, leaving the garage, accelerated the motorcycle when entering the street. Milena's house was in another neighborhood, Renato inherited the house when his parents passed away after they got married, as they paid rent, they decided to move there. I stopped at the light and looked at the car next to me, inside there were twoblondes who smiled in my direction, one of them lickedthrough the lips sensually trying to seduce me, I smile, shaking thehead. Too bad she's not my type. I accelerated, when the light changed, I still heard the car hornthat they were, if it were two brunettes, surely theI would invite her to the motel with me and fuck them both. I parked the motorcycle in front of my sister's house and climbed thethree steps leading up to the door. I rang the bell and thenshe opened smiling with Melinda on her lap, she greeted me witha kiss on the cheek and handed me the little aloe, she washuge, even had hair. When I went to Portugal, she hadonly three months old and was bald. "She's huge, are you giving her yeast?" —I asked, sitting down with Melinda on the couch. She started to pullmy beard and try to play with my hair. had to staydodging her little wiggly hands. "It's huge and messier than before, when notgets what he wants, he starts screaming,” Renato said, approachingwith the pink cart, Melinda began to stretch her arms, askingfor him to put her in. As soon as she did, she started walking down the street. house, trying to move things around. - This is all the fault of the father who does her will -Milena yelled from the kitchen, making us all laugh. "How are you, Miguel?" — Renato handed me a glass withwhiskey. I took the glass, thanking him. - All right. I'm trying to get used to the spindleschedule again — I explained! "I know what it's like, the last time I took awork, I spent a week confused, I felt very sleepy because ofmorning, night, could not sleep. Congratulations onexhibition, Milena and I watched the opening on the Internet. Yourpaintings sold in less than half an hour, Milena accompanieddirect sales, hardly slept. - Smile, because I believe thatMilena followed every detail, even from afar, she is aexcellent professional, and it's not because she's my sister, but she takes care ofvery good of everything. I drank some whiskey and admired the twosetting the dinner table, always exchanging kisses and caresses,I sighed heavily, remembering a part of my life thatwould not return again. And that every day he made a great effort tonot remember, not that I didn't like it, it's just that every time II remembered going to hell for days. Milena announced that dinner would be served. we sat inAround the table, Melinda, in her little chair, was messing around, eatingvegetables, dropping half of them, and trying to catch them so hard sacrifce, because his little hand was so small. I fgured if notHad the accident happened, I would have been like this with my family.But fate was so wicked to me, taking everything away from me. — Tell us more about your time in Lisbon, Miguel?— Milena wanted to know while breastfeeding her daughter, who was dozingrubbing the eyes. We had just had dinner, we were inroom chatting. I didn't want to drink anymore, because I'm on a motorcycle. I remembered the night of the accident, when I opened my eyesand I realized that I was in the hospital with wires all over my body, I wasso desperate that I started screaming and again I was sedated,waking up, I didn't remember much. - Miguel? My brother, is everything okay? I'm calling you theresome and you with a frozen expression, as if you weregoing back to the past. — Milena was no longer holding her daughter,surely Renato took her to the bedroom. "I'm sorry, but I'm not very well, I believe due to thetrip, I usually sleep earlier - I explained, getting upquickly. - Need to go. — Calm down, Miguel, you're not well. had a fashbackof that night? — Milena was really worried, but II didn't want to talk, I wanted to go home, I felt suffocated by remember the past. - Call you later. — I kissed your cheek and left your houserushed. "We need to talk about the head chef whoI hired you yesterday to cook for you, we have to talk toabout the menu — Milena was talking and walking in a hurry trying toreach me. I stopped and said: — We'll talk another day, or rather, I'll give you carte blancheto decide everything, the important thing is that she does not exceed myLimits. Now come in, you can't be alone at this hour in theStreet. I'm fne, trust me. I gave a weak smile andwaiting for Milena to enter, as soon as she entered, I turned on the motorcycle and accelerated,wanting to get home soon. I wanted to go down to my studio andunload all this pain on my work. paint dark picturesrelated to pain, loss. Paint until you can't take it anymore and fallexhausted on the couch I always sleep on when I have these