Darley-city. Waiton`s alternative

Chapter fifteenth. "Few month after"

Once, in the Past, in a few long years below, he was a young boy, who not know about something, besides the small flying butterflies. Now, after the twenty three years, as grown uop man, he forgot about all, what was in the early life, besides the photos, so much photos, what could be anywhen and anywhere.
Veronica Tence became his wife, and they together often walk in the Green Park about the Fourth Street, in Darly, met with other outsiders, ask about the abroad life and news, drink tea in clean glass glasses and enjoy in the cinema, watching the films and cartoons. They feel thieirselves great.

But Walter could broke anything again, wathing on the parts of burned photos, which his helper found in the Ives`s house last nights. He never forgive and never forgot that, what were anywhen in his brave and keepness arms. Who could know that? Nowho.

Jack Waiton thought about the deeds and actions created by Alex Ives, listened to the audio recordings of his conversations with him in the headphones, and what Alfred Berrow said, but it was difficult to understand the meaning of the confusing words and the memorized sentences used by this photographer, Alfred, as with Attorney turned out to be easier:
“A person can do feats. However, he and other people do not need any feats, especially if it doesn’t matter. Why? Who likes it? Who needs feats? What is this word "feats"? This is something good everywhere need meaning, reason and explanation.
If you do not have time or somewhere, then no one will help you achieve this or that. The time just passed. How many minutes does it take to do something? The numbers on the display or dial? Here is not the speed of rotation of the mechanism, but only the movement of the arrows. This is not time, time is something that changes you, changes your attitude, changes everything.
Patience is the time that exists in communication, which helps to do something. If there is no patience, there is regret about what happened or what happened. There was another option, but it was not applied on time, this is a choice. And why? Why is this or that action so expensive? And in money, and in time, and in general.
Why? If someone could deceive anyone, then he would not pay for anything, even conscience is not required. "Conscience" - what is it? This feeling is pressing on emotions, on the brain, on relationships, on your time.
Betrayal is a step that is not noticeable at first, but, becoming obvious, is palpable not only for the betrayer, but also for the devotee. There is no patience here. There is a time - memory, friendship, and fragments of those minutes when there was trust.
Trust is what time spent together, a common cause, common values, shared memory, common feelings mean. If there is no trust, the person will not cope alone. Or he can cope when, besides his conscience, he has a lot of things that could be necessary for a person loyal to them. Anyway, a traitor can live for some days, but conscience will still affect and destroy the traitor. Then why betray? Do you need it? Everywhere has its own philosophy.
A person knows about evil, knows who can do it, but does not think about utility, not losing a second chance and any good changes. Only ordinary conversations with arguments give knowledge and feelings of security.
Who will protect you if someone wants to take your good life and wants to send it to yourself? Who can say and make for you any useful solutions against difficult questions and problems? "
The train of thought ended with the appearance of Mr. Raymond, judging by his appearance, much fake, but he did not notice the detective story, because the sleepy state interfered with the usual business orientation in space. Either he regretted about something, or was happy about something, although the versions did not lead to relevant really important circumstances, because his presence did not obstruct the topic of reflection, and in the case of opposition, the antiseptic in ampoules can help. After standing a little near the window, the guest turned and, staggering, walked back to the corridor, inaudible and not noticeable.