I fed a snake,
both of them. I happened to know Mandy when the destiny made us to sit at the same desk during math classes at school. I liked Algebra and tried to cope well with all tests we passed and felt guilty by refusing to help Mandy. Though we became good friends, even closer than I expected. She was a leader in our group, but since I grew up a bit, I realized she just tried to be assertive and authoritative because of her desperate intentions approve her self-value.
Since we received certificates and entered the adult life, we got along and used to pass quite long time with each other. We moved in an apartment in megalopolis to be at face of opened possibilities. A feeling of slight excitement began to creep in due to the fact, that maybe we were not ready for a life full of not only freedom, but also the responsibility that it entails. Mandy’s habits to keep up her public lifestyle didn't dissolve fast, and I was in state of wide-awake expecting news she could bring. In one year, she got married the guy called Harry and gave a birth to Melissa.
It seemed to me that Mandy truly loved Harry. She usually brought him coffee in bed, cooked delicious dinners, despite her tiredness because of caring about a baby. And each time we met she talked about him. I could not admit a thought that kind of discord may appear between them. But they divorced. Poor Mandy. She cried for so long that still puffy, swollen eyelids and dark circles under her eyes were visible no matter how hard she tried to hide them under a cheap BB cream foundation. My heart was ripped to pieces looking at her and two-year old daughter who started to speak. Thin wallet left Mandy to drown and lack of university knowledge did not give her a chance to build dream career, so she got the job in the bar as a pole dancer. I did not like this idea, but there was no choice because of need to survive. I was concerned about sweetheart Melissa, who needed care more than anybody else in that dummy situation. I started to come as much as it was possible to spend my free time with little kid. For half a year she learned to count to twenty and the whole alphabet. I could hardly keep the delight when she began to do many things on her own and I noticed how she grew up.
During this time, Mandy flaunting her half-naked body, attracted the attention of quite a few men with a stuffed wallet. Yesterday she flew up at home upturned and nervous early in the morning, saying: “Well, hi, thank you for all. We are leaving today. Me and Bob. Oh, you cannot image how much money we offered. We pack our stuff, take Meli and take off in CA. So, bye and do not forget to send me Christmas cards. I need to buy bags” and slammed the front door.
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Now after hopping into the train and holding little Melissa’s hand, I am staring at the emptiness and obscurity through misted up window and feeling the disgust to Mandy... but not more than to myself. I don’t know where we will go and what our path will be, but I’m sure that I will do everything for that it will not be as it was.
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