Darley-city. Waiton`s alternative
Chapter second. "Mirror of darkness"
Walking, that is, going hungry with four packages of personal belongings, after quarrels with a loved one, at night, is not very pleasant. And the strangest thing was that after talking with former acquaintances in a false form, it was also not interesting: everyone pointed to the church shelter, but they also said that it was closed at such a time. Nobody wanted to think from Alex’s position, no one was aware of the situation in its real interpretation, however, it was possible to safely and without a hint of surprise find out how other people bought a handful of goods in the store and paid huge amounts of money, working from morning to evening eight hours a day.
It could be nothing more than a mirror of darkness, a manifestation of the power of Walter Berrow's assistants.
Nevertheless, the advice remained the advice, and the words were not matched with life as well as the lemon is not used with coffee, and that is nice and that, but in turn with different dishes.
It wasn’t as hard to find a job as a trip to search for her — the guy ran around the city and recharged the battery after every humidness in on the way: ta rain drizzled almost every five minutes, as if by order. The cold often penetrated into thick woolen jacket, although previously stated, in the weather forecast "It will be sunny and the temperature will rise by two degrees".
It is not possible to live a single day without silence and without some disentanglement of logical threads, they are intertwined everywhere and do not give an opportunity to look at the world in a clear way, create a string of complex conclusions, and there is no beginning for the ending.
There were cartoons about the detective story, about the homeless, about the monk, and all this is like yesterday's event, just like plots.
He lost the help of Elizabeth Roide, but self-suggestion about patience and hard work was still present next to him. He hoped to win, to rest on time and to work quality, but it was useless to resist the onslaught of Walter; he, like hypnosis, influenced all thoughts and any glimpses of self-regulation, and, like a parasitic boa or, glaring at logic, blocked the way to free movement.
And then Alfred Berrow appeared on Alex’s way, carrying a package with multiforus and album sheets, not many people knew this lawyer, but spoke of good opinions about her “good abilities” and so on. No extra ideas arose at this meeting.
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