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with blond hair, looked back and saw Amelia. Immediately she turned her back to him and ordered impatiently.
    "Come on, Marianne!"
    "I have not finished my shopping"
    Hurriedly, Amelia went away, leaving her stepmother back with slow steps.
    Juan Carlos arrived innocently walking beside the girl with dark hair.
    "Amelia!"
    He cried and stopped at the back of the young Amelia, but she stayed away from him. The young man looked at her white dress.
    "Amelia, this is Claudia, a classmate!"
    "A pleasure!"
    Amelia turned to the girl and said nothing.
    "And she's Marianne"
    "Nice to meet you!"
    "Likewise!"
    Juan Carlos looked Amelia's face and realized she was looking at him as if he were guilty of something very serious.
     
    ***
     
    8:00 pm
    "You said I had no friends, and what is she for you? She is your other girlfriend?”
    Juan Carlos sighed through the sarcastic voice of his girlfriend. He expected to be treated with more cooing after arriving there.
    "Jealousy does not compensate" - He muttered and rubbed his forehead with his thumb.
    "Are not jealous!"
    She replied even fiercer. Juan Carlos imagined that Amelia would attack him at that time.
    "What name you give it, then?"
    "You better go. Or we will finish discussing"
    "I just arrived” - he said, crossing his arms over his chest and sat on the couch Young seemed indifferent to this unjust and totally stupid argument.
    "Then stay if you want"
    Amelia ordered shrugged walked to the front porch. She looked at the starry sky and tried to distract herself, but her thought was stubborn and insisted on memorizing the image of Juan Carlos.
    He slowly walked over and hugged her from behind. His forearms were glued to the belly of his beloved. He did not want to release any more.
    "I have come for us to go to dinner with my parents"
    He said, after he deposited a respectful kiss on the left shoulder of his beloved. The soft touch of his lips made Amelia's body shudder unconditionally.

 
    Chapter 20
     
     
    THE GUN
     
     
    "Amelia, she's my mother, Fatima"
    Excited, said Juan Carlos, standing in front of his mother and next to his girlfriend. Amelia smiled shyly at her future mother-in-law and tried to be friendly.
    "A pleasure!"
    "The pleasure is mine!"
    Amelia held hands and put a bigger smile to her face.
    "My son speaks so much about you"
    However, the child left the matter and looked up a man who was standing in the room. He had black hair, had some gray hair and had a mustache.
    "He is my father, Magnus"
    He placed a hand on the shoulder of his father.
    "Nice to meet you, Amelia!
    In this banquet Amelia looked into his eyes, which were also very blue. Soon she answered a little dazed.
    "Uh ... oh ... A pleasure, sir!"
    The four were having dinner, sitting at a square table. The dishes and food were served by a lady. The lady working at home for years, since when Juan Carlos was eleven.
    Occasionally Amelia looked at Magnus. Her eyes were drawn to the image of the man sitting on the edge of the table. The blue color of their eyes was an obsession she had, about every man with blue eyes could be the murderer of her father.
    "Juan Carlos speaks well of you!" - Said the father, swallowing a giant piece of meat. The child's father loved to eat red meat in his meals.
    "It looks like Lucia. Although Juan Carlos told us." - His mother said carefully.
    However, this topic was not pleasant to Juan Carlos nor for Amelia. She looked at the face of her boyfriend and was silent.
    "Can we change the subject?"
    Finally the young man muttered, sighing to your dish near his elbow. He was afraid that the conversation will cause a second discussion between the couple that night. That would be too much for him to try to avoid having dislocated his beloved genius.
    Minutes after dinner, Juan Carlos and Magnus decided to play a game of chess, while Amelia was sitting next to Fatima on the sofa in the living room.
    With the charm, the girl saw her future mother-in-law embroider a small hand