Be in the Real by Denise Mathew Read Free Book Online

of Trillian.  
    Belinda was a sour-faced woman who looked to be about forty or so. She had a strong Russian accent, one that Kaila loved to hear. Belinda was one of the few people who was actually tall enough to look Kaila in the eye. But unlike Kaila, who bordered on the heavier to normal side with more muscle than the average woman, Belinda was as straight as a stick, hipless, with breasts the size of the buds of a prepubescent girl. Her hair was mannishly short and slicked away from her face. What you could see of her arms, were riddled with amateurish tattoos that most patients said she had carved herself. But despite her butch appearance, her voice was high-pitched and shrill like the sound of air passing through the stretched mouth of a balloon, or ones voice after a dose of helium.  
    Belinda being in the games room meant that it was close to 1:00 p.m.  
    She was right on schedule.
      Norm had asked Kaila how she could know the time without keeping a watch, Belinda’s arrival was one of the ways. To Kaila’s experience, watching other peoples routines was just one of the methods that could be used to tell time.  
    There were many other ways too, like using the places where the sun cast its light on sunny days, to see that it was afternoon, the space between lunch and dinner. Even the quiet that came when the staff retreated to their room was another clue, and Kaila loved clues, thrived on them in fact. These were all signs that pointed the way to what time in the day she found herself.  
    Kaila folded her laptop, pleased that she had actually managed to finish an entry without Norm troubling her. If she had known that offering to have sex with him would have given her the freedom to write, she might have suggested it a long time before. Yet though Kaila’s predicting skills were getting better all the time, she surmised that for some reason certain things she couldn’t predict were none of her business. Maybe this was true for the blog followers and their reasons for finding her.
    “Hello Kaila,” Belinda said with a nod of her head.  
    Kaila tilted her head in acknowledgement, nothing more. She tucked her laptop beneath her arm. Knowing that she was just minutes away from having sex made an odd tingle sing through her body. She felt heat rush to her cheeks when she imagined what it would be like.
    Before she made her way to the storage closet she went back to her room, hoping that she would find Pauline there, so she could help her out. Kaila had never believed in wearing makeup and feminine enhancements. Other than brushing her hair and keeping her body and clothes spotlessly clean she had never worried or much cared about more than that, but today being a special day made her want to do something different. Unfortunately, Pauline wasn’t in the room. Kaila didn’t have time to wait around or even look for Pauline, so she decided to take matters into her own hands.  
    She took a quick shower in the tiny shower stall that barely accommodated her body. The facility, in their economical use of space had managed to squeeze the shower, a toilet and freestanding sink into a closet-sized space in her room. Kaila appreciated having her own bathroom, enough so that the size didn’t bother her much.
      She toweled her skin off then pulled her brush through her copper locks, tugging until the curls that naturally appeared after a shower were reduced to soft waves. Kaila used one of Pauline’s elastic bands to pull her hair back into a ponytail, so tight that it pulled the skin on her face taut.
    Pauline had a wide assortment of makeup, including some heavy theatrical products that she used to minimize her scar. Kaila picked up a bottle of flesh colored makeup and slathered a thick layer over her whole face. In her opinion she looked a lot like a geisha girl but she was pleased how the cream made her freckles disappear. Next, she smeared on a coat of fire engine red lipstick, then lined her eyes with a black