A mystery to solve (S1 Ep.15-11)

Friday, December 27

The sun raised so shiny and thru the door of my bedroom mother entered with a tray filled with food, scrambled eggs with bacon, cereals with yoghurt and red fruits, a slice of cake and a fresh orange juice. Removed the small box of the nightstand, placed it on the dresser and there put the tray.

Rose: Mom?!

D. Marya: Oh my sweet daughter, are you better? – arranging the bed sheets sat on the side.

Rose: Hum? My head hurts a little. The light is so strong, what time is it?

D. Marya: Almost ten in the morning.

Rose: Already?! I have so much to do, as I sleep like that!? Au! - When trying to get up I felt a sharp stroke to the head. I was a little dizzy.

D. Marya: How do you feel?

Rose: I feel a needle in my head and ... I'm a little dizzy. Probably for sleeping so much. I'm going to take a shower and get to work this will pass.

D. Marya: No, no, no! Tell you what, you take this breakfast, we measure the fever and then you can go. All right?

Rose: Deal.

Put the thermometer on me and five minutes later this refereed giving sign of thirty-seven and one degrees celsius of body temperature.

D. Marya: You don't have fever is a good sign. I have the day off, so don't worry. Eat the whole thing, okay? - Rose up landing the tray on my legs.

Rose: Yes Ma'am. Thank you, mom, I take the tray down when I’m done.

D. Marya: Pretty little box that Joan gave you! – Said holding the box she had placed on the dresser.

Rose: Little box?! - The pain was strong, but I tried to talk without complain, did not want to worry mom anymore.

D. Marya: She did not leave this here when you were here?

Rose: Yes ... I was with Joan yesterday ... Can you put it inside the first drawer?! Kat walks over there he can put it on the floor.

Put it in the drawer like I ask and left me with this tray full of food. I was hungry, but not this much.

The headache began to fade, however, every time I tried to recall last night, felt tiny puncture wounds. "I went to dinner with mother and Charlie. It was a rainy night. Wet me up, why? Joan ... We were talking... I cried, I was afraid… Hum... Au! How I got home and what clothes are these?"

Distracted by the headache, I forgot the box that mother had placed in the top drawer of the dresser. I was confused and in need of a good bath. Sent a text to Joan, in hopes that she could stop by, not only to work, as to help me in the puzzle that last night become.