Chapter 8

"Assign your saints for me, but I really need a vacation or a discharge session," I spoke with a way of mouth, although my lips have bowed. 

Beatrice let go of my fingers and sat up in the chair, assuming an excited and enlightened expression, that type that she only displayed when she found a worthy opponent to speak ill of the president she supported. 

"Maybe my mother can make an appointment for you. I ask her to do it for free.” 

I waved my hand and shook my head in denial. 

"No, Beatrice. It's a joke. You know I'm kind of crazy. I'll be bothered by the things she says, or I'll keep looking for more and more honest answers and I'll end up converting to her religion. You know that I'm a natural stalker and I can't stop spinning my world around something until this something leaves me satisfied. It's better not.” 

Beatrice crossed her arms, shrugging. 

"I'm not kidding, Tas. Your life will be totally different when you hav