"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
Chapter 11.
When I woke up from the stuffy room, I immediately opened the window. The fresh wind blew my hair away in a swift stream and made me want to go back to bed. Apparently, only recently the rain has ended, for people who ran their business, dodged a lot of puddles.
After making my bed and washing my face, I began to pack my things, of which I had many. I didn't know how long my trip to America would take, so I had to rent out my hotel room and leave my things with Terry. I hope she won't mind.
Before I left my apartment for the last three weeks, I checked it to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. The cell phone in his brown Fanny pack began to vibrate softly.
"Terry, good morning, I was just about to call you —" I said happily.
— Why are you so cheerful? I, for instance, is very bad after yesterday — barely speaking friend, you can give to me of tablets from pain in the head and water?
"Yes, I will," I answered, taking the keys to the room, " by the way, can I leave my things with you for a while?" I'm just going to America.
- Where? But why? - of course, you can leave your clothes, but first, tell me what happened.
"Sure, but not over the phone." I'll be there in fifteen minutes, " she said, pulling her bags out the door.
I paid for the room and went outside. After a little more than a block, she turned right and headed for the drugstore to buy Terry everything she asked for.
"Come on in," my friend said, smiling as soon as she saw me on the threshold of her apartment.
Terri had own housing, which it bought parents. A small Studio apartment, in which everything was in purple shades, I immediately liked.
I put my things in the corner and sat down on the padded stool.
"Here," Terri said, holding out the bag of pills and water.
"You're my Savior," she said, blowing me a kiss, " and now tell me what you're doing in America."
— First you tell me what happened to that guy you were salivating with at the bar last night." Still didn't take your bait?
"No, he did. We had sex in the bathroom—"
I rolled my eyes and wondered what I should tell my friend about why I was flying to the US. Until that moment, I had never enlightened Terry about my personal life, especially the part about Roger.
— I'm flying to America to see one last person and then get back to my life.
"What man?" "what do you want?" the blonde asked, raising one eyebrow as she opened a bottle of water.
"Don't faint," I said, laughing a little.
Terri was so stunned by these words, that even choked on water.
- Wait, wait ... Are you going to the Queen concert?
"Not exactly. Roger and I were in a relationship for a while, but then it stopped.
Terri rolled her eyes, went to the windowsill and took a cigarette:
— Have you met Taylor? A joke?
"I'm not joking," I said seriously.
"I can't believe it," she said, lighting a cigarette and staring out the window.
— I just want to see him one last time, that's all."
"Yes," she drawled. You should appreciate guys like that. I'd be happy if a guy like Roger was with me.
I decided to ignore Terri's remark, because she doesn't know what the downside is in relationships with famous people.
— How long are you leaving? "back on the bed," she said.
"I don't know yet.
"And the job?" You'll get fired if you don't show up!
Damn, Terry was right. I forgot all about work. Taking time off at your own expense is unprofitable, and who will give me them, I worked just nothing.
Seeing my bewildered look, Terri broke the silence:
— I have an idea. Maybe you know someone at the hospital. Made would itself sick and all.
"No," I said, " I don't think so. Roger's sister works at the hospital. I will ask her, and I hope she will not refuse me.
"All right, then," Terry said, lying on the bed, " don't do anything stupid and bring that pretty boy back."
"I can manage without you," I smiled, and hurried to the airport, taking with me a small bag in which I put everything I needed for the first time.
I looked up the number of the hospital Rosalie worked at on the Internet and started to call.
- Good afternoon, can I help you? a soft female voice greeted me.
"Hi, I was wondering if Rosalie Taylor is working today." I said, looking out the window of the taxi.
"Yes, it does. What's Your question?
- Personal. Can you get her on the phone, please? Tell her it's Eva Farlow, she's waiting for me to call, " I decided to lie one last time, so that the girl who answered would believe me a hundred percent.
- Okay, wait a minute.
After about two minutes, a familiar voice came on the other end:
Eva, Hello. Where are you? Roger was restless while he was in London! "Oh!" she exclaimed.
Hi, Rosalie. I'm sorry, but it was necessary. "I'm not going to go into details, but I'm on my way to the airport and then to America. I need to see Roger.
— You want to make up? That's good! I hope my brother will be very happy about it.
— But you see what it is. I only got the job two weeks ago, so no one will give me time off. I'd like to ask you to make me a sick list. If you don't agree, I can think of something else.…
"Very well, I will," interrupted Rosalie, " for my brother's peace is paramount.
"Thank you, dear. I'll thank you when I get to London.
— Not worth. Importantly, make peace with brother, - genuinely cast the blonde.
"I'll try."
Thank you for attention!
The story continues...