The theme of men was recurring among friends.
Rare was the opportunity on which they met that she doesn´t speak about any problems with them. All well known to the respective couples, some time ago, also had shared work and friendship; but later they only had casual encounters at the Mall or on the streets of Mazello.
Matches that Manele remarked, when they were with Elizabeth, with: "that friend of yours is very pretty" and so, which he nailed to Marcy, like a bolt in the middle of the heart. Elizabeth already maintained a long coexistence with his partner, a beautiful and successful, mature and she was happy to be maintained, had neither children nor thought to have them, had good clothes and beauty and hair salon sessions. Nothing to do with the fat clerk Laura´s husband, the antithesis of seduction, but a sure husband.
For her part she sought to speak little of his intimate life, and if she did explained short and above, by making them see a routine, a boring existence. She would have never dared to tell them her secret. To confess them what was happening, her fault for not being quite pretty, or rather intelligent, had not been able stay in love with her husband with the passage of the years. It would have been an unbearable humiliation.
"It was not always thus, we lived a dream of honeymoon”. But soon, the disappointments appeared in their marriage. She was abstracted, pensive.
-But Marcy, what distracted you are!, tell me what you're thinking of, please.
-Nothing, Ely, anything, I thought in the coat.
-Yes, Yes, girl, today you will buy it.
After finishing the coffees, Elisabeth proposed them take a stroll through the city to visit the most exclusive shops. Despite the resistance of Laura, the three took a taxi heading towards the Centre of Greda.
The city, close to one million inhabitants, wore spectacular that tomorrow, with the group of skyscrapers in the financial centre, trimmed in the azure, surrounded by blocks of buildings in beautiful architecture and, more to the outside, modern neighbourhoods that grew in direction to the small rural populations, whose houses are scattered here and there as if they had been deposited randomly from the sky.
Mazello was one of those towns of outskirts where, to its original configuration of old peasant houses, it had been adding urbanization of residential buildings and villas of new construction for young families who were fleeing from the bustle and high prices of the city. It had become the further expansion of the city.
The vehicle headed to good speed one of the major avenues of access to the city to the area of the Boulevard, where were the most exclusive fashion shops. They entered a fur shop, whose owner was known of Elizabeth and reviewed all models. On the counter lay small objects desktop design, luxury, and the credit card machine. Inside gold metal and glass furniture were the complements, sheltered from the greed of the clients. It sounded like a piano jazz music.
She stayed as hypnotised, looking at those so exclusive articles.
-Take it! It´s beautiful… -Laura showed her a coat of shaved mink colour cinnamon buckled with a belt. Marcy deployed the garment, put it on and adjusted the belt. He noticed that it smell a wonderful perfume. The girls looked to her.
-Girl, take it, dare once! Some time ago that you wanted -said Isabel.
Laura remained neutral, the coat´s prices was very heigth. Marcy thought for a moment, in impress Manele, with the coat over a white linen. A weapon of seduction guaranteed. Perhaps they give facilities to pay for it. Soon after, they was leaving the establishment, Marcy carried a huge bag with her purchase.
They were as happy as schoolgirls coming to an innocent prank.