Without Veronica and with the sadness of Cesar, I no longer wanted to stay at home. I tried to initiate a conversation with the staff, but they never allowed themselves to talk to me. Something about religion.
I felt very alone, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't lift Cesar's spirits.
Although he was also mourning, Cesar's sadness was different from Joe's. Rachel's death "broke" Joe, and he was never the same again. Cesar was just sad; he didn't seem broken.
Even so, the sadness of Cesar reminded me of Joe's depression, and that bothered me.
So, one day I decided to stop dwelling on the past and focus on the future. I gathered my things, put on some discreet clothes, and went into the city.
I had been to the center several times before, but this time, I was going to make the most of it. I found a bar where the presence of a woman wasn't that strange, and started spending my afternoons there.
I entered, ordered a drink, and soon started talking to someone, anyone. Once I chatted with a widow, and another time, with a painter. Most of the time, the people engaging in conversation with me were completely drunk.
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