She was taking her time, she didn't want to miss anything, if a piece of paper was there, maybe a note.

Erica: Anything interesting?

I let my body sink down and crawl next to it.

Nadia: Nothing. The door opened abruptly and I sat on the open book.

Eurydice: What happened to you girls? Why did you come in like this so anxious and hasty?

Nadia: Nothing, Mom, it's okay. Please can you leave us alone for a while, we're discussing something important.

Eurydice: Of course, as you wish.

I got up on top of it, pressing hard with my palms, straighten the page I crumpled. Nadia threw my hands away and kept browsing. We sat there for about two minutes, the book was empty.

Nadia: Nothing! He must have moved it.

I kept looking at the last page. It had the symbol <<ά>> written three times with commas in between.

Erica: Nadia, I'm sorry to ask you something like this, I know you're upset about it, but do we hear from the police?

Nadia: No.

She answered without coloring her voice. She bent her back backwards sluggishly and laid on the floor.

Erica: Nadia, this thing has worried me a lot. You know, I think the burglars weren't looking for money, but maybe something else in your house, an item of value they know you have?

Nadia: Like what? And how do they know we have that?

I stood up before I answered the first thing that crossed my mind.

Erica: Do you have rare books in your collection?

Nadia: I think so.. Some of them are collectibles.

Erica: Maybe your father told one of his friends, colleagues...

Nadia: What can I tell you... to colleagues maybe, he don't have any other friends. Should we tell the police?

Erica: We can't, we don't have proof.

Nadia: We have some people who turned over an entire library of 100+ books...

Erica: I'm afraid it's not enough. What is your father's occupation?

Nadia: Banker.

Erica: Enough time in the office and constant interaction with colleagues, he talked to them about his collection.

Nadia made a sound of indignation and stood up rolling again to sit down.

Nadia: Erica, I don't like you bothering with this at all. Just like you don't like me being so involved with my brother. I have something to suggest...

Will it be in my best interest?

Nadia: We'll both be happy. We're going to help each other in both cases, and we're not going to do anything to stop each other, okay?

Erica: Yes!

Nadia: Beautifully and now let's go eat. Yes, you're having dinner with us, and I'm not saying a word.

Always democratic.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I don't have much to read about tomorrow. It's Friday, which means it's going to be a very restful afternoon. As soon as I can, I finished the school work and started doing a few stretches. I want to go to practice today, after all, I promised it to the trainer.

I notice that my flexibility has increased, it seems that gymnastics is good for me. It's also a very good way out. The elevator door opened and I gather awkwardly in my seat. I smiled faintly at the girl who came in and asked her for the time.

Five and twenty, maybe a little earlier than I'd like to hear, but that's good for us, too. I'm getting together and going out with the girl. We walked next door, next to a point where our paths separate. I didn't know how the road could be so wet even though it's been at least 24 hours since it last rained. The humidity is so high.

It's weird as if there's a microclimate that only affects this side of town. Fortunately, it blows a warm breeze and raises the temperature somewhat. But I wouldn't call it a sweet heat wave, but tiring and thankless. I'm sitting on the bench and I can feel my pants raining down.

Oh! No,I didn't figure that out. I'm looking at how big the damage is. I've got a huge place wet and it certainly wouldn't go unnoticed. I'm sitting down again, since I couldn't get any worse, for a while before I finally made the decision to go to the bathroom and change.

These are just a few of the assets of being homeless, you always carry a change of clothes in your bag. I'm moving on to the first cabin I'm looking at, the lock's broken, but no one's here to accidentally get in, so I'm ignoring it.

I'm struggling to change my pants and keep my bag at the same time. I don't want to touch her here, this place is too dirty even for me. I finished by making a tangle of wet pants and putting it painstakingly in my padded bag.

I left the bathroom with a less fitting set that I'm too bored to combine with another half. By the time I'm done, it looks like Elena and Gianna are already here. The trainer doesn't take long to show up, too.

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