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shifted her gaze from him. The words and the look of the boy seemed even more confused. Then she said in a soft voice.
    "I have to go back home"
    She pointed to the house and they both looked at the house at the same time. The house was white with colonial roof.
     
    A few moments later. They approached to the house and Juan Carlos was soon coming to Amelia. He did not understand the sudden invasion of the child. Soon her face crumpled in his direction. He is walking in front, as if he knew the place and everything.
    "Good afternoon, Grandma!"
    "Good afternoon, dear!" - The old woman looked at her goddaughter and soon reported. - "This is my grandson, Juan Carlos"
    She held out her hand and smiled at the blond boy. - "Nice to meet you, I'm Marianne"
    "She's my goddaughter. And this girl is ..."
    Juan Carlos intervened.
    "We already knew"
    I said looking at the face of the girl who was standing next to the sofa. He smiled quietly to Amelia, however, she remained serious.
     
    ***
     
     
    At home, Marianne said something to Amelia as she walked behind her, both passed through the front door of the house.
    "Juan Carlos is a good game. It's beautiful, it's from a good family, educated, and have money my daughter, you'd be a queen marrying him"
    "I love him only as a friend"
    "For this reason, people today are marrying more for friendship than love. Do you think so?"
    Amelia winced at the ironic tone of his stepmother. Marianne said only absurd for the girl.
    "I'm serious. He as a friend will be great. I have to talk to, but he always talk.
    "You're such a clown like that friendly chat Amelia"
    Marianne muttered and threw her purse on the couch. She sat on it and began to take off sandals.

 
    Chapter 10
     
    THE PORCELAIN DOLL
     
    Overnight, Marianne decided to go to the club to dance and while Amelia was in her room, reading a book aloud. Then it started raining and Amelia looked at the window, she rose from her bed and was out of the house, she tried to pick up the clothes lay.
    During this period, the rain was strong and she ended up all wet. Then she took all her clothes off, she went to her room and changed clothes, put on another clean dress more comfortable.
    Meanwhile, Marianne was kissing and hugging a man inside the club.
     
    ***
     
    The next morning, Amelia was burning with fever, lying on her bed. Marianne was surprised that she had not risen yet and went to her room and sat on one side of the bed.
    "Do you have anything else besides a fever?"
    "I feel very cold"
    Amelia replied, hugging herself. She was sweating and shivering at the same time. She had fallen and has dull eyes.
    "You shouldn't have gone with the rain to pick up clothes. You should have let wet clothes, what evil can do a wetting the clothes?"
    "The clothes left with a strange smell"
    She struggled to respond, looking toward her stepmother.
     
    "What is it that those clothes fucking stick with the strange smell?" - Her voice thickened. - "What matters is your health, not the crappy clothes!"
     
    ***
    Marianne came to Amelia's room with a white pill and a glass of water. After she had gone to a pharmacy in town and had brought a bag of drugs.
    "Drink this. Your fever will soon pass"
    She raised her glass and pressed toward Amelia. She sat on the bed and took the pill and glass of water and swallowed both silent.
    "Now, let me fix you a little accommodating your hair, have a lipstick, you're with pale lips!"
    Marianne said. After she took the glass and put on a small table beside the bed.
    It took a moment for her to brush Amelia's hair and let loose and thrown back shoulder. Amelia would not put lipstick being indoors and less at this time of day.
    "Now you wait here, I'll call a visit" - She smiled at Amelia. - "I found it in the center of the city and made sure to come to see you"
    Amelia frowned. - "Who is here?
    "It's a surprise"
    Marianne said and left the room. Amelia drew back the table to her bed and stared at the closed door. In a few