>>1839083Back in that town, with two mothers who really didn’t care all that much about us and absent fathers, all we had was each other. Aria wasn’t just my friend, she was my sister. I’m only three weeks older, so we’ve been around together since before we could speak or walk. If what I hear is true; our mothers played poker and the loser would have to watch the two of us for the day.
I suppose that’s why I reacted so harshly against her love confession. I felt betrayed and disgusted; the girl I considered my sibling was now saying I had always been her romantic interest. I don’t know about your average pervert; but homosexual incest is far beyond what I consider reasonable. I wasn’t easy or understanding on Aria, so she got deeply hurt and also felt betrayed in her own way.
“Aria, look. Another one” I interrupt her and point in front of me.
It’s yet another bug catcher. This one is taking a nap, though. His back against a tree, his straw hat covering the face, hands over his belly and the snoring, what else could he be doing?
I am courageous enough to get right next to him, just to make sure. It indeed looks like he’s sleeping.
a) Wake him up, I want a battle.
b) Leave him alone.
c) Wake him up, but don’t challenge him.
d) Write in.
