the visit
A text message. "Where are you? Let's find a place to have some beer."
Liz went to see Selene at home. No one was in the living room. She changed and unpacked a few of her clothes.
Selene was in the comfort room. Liz knocked. Selene opened the door. She was smoking. Just finished crying or was tired of crying.
"What did he say to you again?" asked Liz sitting on the toilet bowl.
Selene was quiet. She puffed her cigarette for the last time and left the room. Liz followed and entered her room instead. Worry evident in her eyes.
After a couple of minutes she went inside Selene's bedroom.
"Let's go."
They were in town now. First stop, the Cathedral. First time Liz accompanied Selene to such place. Liz sat a row or two behind Selene.
Liz just conversed with God in a natural manner. Like talking to a friend who just listens. Like voicing out sentiments to someone who doesn't need to answer but is there with you. Thinking, maybe we answer our own prayers and the church is just a venue, a conducive venue to think or feel our problems. Maybe.
Selene signalled Liz. They leave. Walk. They seat themselves along the promenade. Talk.
"God damn you." That's what Dave said.
Liz just shrugged. Typical of Dave to be self-righteous.
"He'll blame me of everything wrong happening to our lives and blame you for not apprehending me. Let him be. I don't care what he thinks of me anymore anyway." said Liz.
People come and go. Sit and stand. Together. Alone. In groups. God sees them. Talking. Laughing. In silence. In anger, etcetera.
Liz and Selene were in between everything among everything.
Liz went to see Selene at home. No one was in the living room. She changed and unpacked a few of her clothes.
Selene was in the comfort room. Liz knocked. Selene opened the door. She was smoking. Just finished crying or was tired of crying.
"What did he say to you again?" asked Liz sitting on the toilet bowl.
Selene was quiet. She puffed her cigarette for the last time and left the room. Liz followed and entered her room instead. Worry evident in her eyes.
After a couple of minutes she went inside Selene's bedroom.
"Let's go."
They were in town now. First stop, the Cathedral. First time Liz accompanied Selene to such place. Liz sat a row or two behind Selene.
Liz just conversed with God in a natural manner. Like talking to a friend who just listens. Like voicing out sentiments to someone who doesn't need to answer but is there with you. Thinking, maybe we answer our own prayers and the church is just a venue, a conducive venue to think or feel our problems. Maybe.
Selene signalled Liz. They leave. Walk. They seat themselves along the promenade. Talk.
"God damn you." That's what Dave said.
Liz just shrugged. Typical of Dave to be self-righteous.
"He'll blame me of everything wrong happening to our lives and blame you for not apprehending me. Let him be. I don't care what he thinks of me anymore anyway." said Liz.
People come and go. Sit and stand. Together. Alone. In groups. God sees them. Talking. Laughing. In silence. In anger, etcetera.
Liz and Selene were in between everything among everything.