I saw Shirley squeeze her jaw.
I had the same eyes.
Some of his gestures.
Even the same way to smile.
And little by little I started to feel that Shirley didn’t want to just take a place in our house.
I wanted us to forget who had been there before.
Three months before my graduation, I began to get too interested in my room.
We should organize your closet.
“It’s okay like this.
“You have too many things.
Several times he offered to clean it while I was in school.
One afternoon he even insisted:
“Go out with your friends. I’m going to use a strong product to clean and I don’t want you to be breathing it.
Something seemed strange to me.
But I thought I was being paranoid.
Until the night of my graduation.
I pulled out the blue dress.
I held it in front of me.