The moon moved slightly away from the earth, and the animals that had previously praised it ceased their supplications and returned to their social and natural patterns of functioning. Night isn't just accompanied by the moon; its surroundings make it more beautiful, the constellations, but one special constellation, the Big Dipper, was far from the bright star. Because the moon was so far away, even a lemon peel could cover the entire moon.
— I'm getting used to this taste. — the seeds piled up on the ground.
"Yes, I agree. These lemons are so delicious." He took another from the boy's hand. "Do you have an endless supply of them?"
"Daisy's mother, sadly I don't have many, just my deep pockets. My grandmother changed them to hold lots of lemons." She picked up the seeds from the ground. "You two can continue the conversation."
— It doesn't make much difference whether you hear it or not. — he used a shell as a cup. — Where do I begin?
Even with the age gap, the group got along well; a balance existed. Calisto, as always, remained silent, Amélia continued the conversation, and little Eugênio initiated it. The more time the three of them spent together, the more things made sense to each of their minds.
Amélia realized that the combination of lemon and wine was wonderful, making her feel more relaxed. Because of the alcohol in her veins, the conversation flowed more smoothly. Sometimes a blockage would arise, with her daydreaming no longer about Luís, but rather Heleno. As a good professional, she has a deep understanding of technical terms related to relationships and love, making Eugênio's lack of knowledge in this area lighten the conversation and make it suitable for minors.
Calisto listened attentively to advice. At her side was a child from a couple who, while still distant, managed to maintain a conversation and a pleasant relationship thanks to their relationship. On the other side was an Opala who consumed a lot of alcohol. Amélia was a good mother, even though she wasn't perfect like Elizabeth, her ex's wife, who wholeheartedly accepted her limitations and sought to improve. This combination of these two situations—memories and experiences—helped Calisto calm down about the things happening in her life, with a good level of acceptance, ready to fall again and get back up.
The young man, who absorbed not only the lemon, but also everything around him, saw the source of the moon girl's concern. The young woman at his side made great friends of all kinds because of an immense loneliness that could only be filled by true friends. From a young heroine, a blacksmith and fashion designer, to a brother who would do anything for his sister. Of course, the most important person, her friend who became her companion (Author: I don't even have words to describe Hana in adjectives).
—It's been a long conversation. — He bent down. — Eugênio, what time do you sleep?
"I think so now." He distanced himself from the group. "Bye everyone, I'm going to bed. Good night, ladies!"
Eugenio left, clearly going the other way, entering through the back door.
He passed through the hallway, packages on the floor filled the space next to Felipe, who was picking up the trash left there. He waved to the boy as he ran past.
At the end of the corridor, he found himself in a sea full of flowing islands. They weren't islands per se, but rather tables scattered in nooks and crannies like paradise islands. These were cleaned and put back by a young woman, noticeably a little drunk, who was laughing a lot. As he passed Hana, she stopped him.
"Give this to your mom, it's the tip I got." She pulled a wad of bills tucked into her cleavage for the boy. "There must be over 4,000 in there. You were with Calisto, right? I'll go get her." She rubbed the boy's hair. "Are you going to do a favor for your aunt?"
— Of course!— He rummaged in his pocket and put some lemons in his apron pocket. — Suck on them, you'll get better in no time!
Hana followed the young man's instructions and sucked, even adjusting her posture. She gave a thumbs-up and headed for the door.
The boy quickly reached the bench where his mother was. Cassandra pushed the door open for Eugênio to pass through.
"I thought it would yield more." He opened the register. "Give these peels to Cassandra, she'll put them in the trash for you." He closed the register. "Could the truth be that you could give these to your father?"
— Give it here, boy. — He threw it in the trash behind her. — Hurry up, your father needs it!
Eugene entered the customer service area and took the item his mother gave him, leaving the room and slamming the door, leaving lemons on the counter.
"Hey Mary, was it a success?" she wiped a container with a cloth. "I didn't want to say anything, but it certainly exceeded your expectations." She picked up another container. "Tell me, I'm curious!"
— He reached down and pulled a notebook from a drawer. — Let's see now. — He opened Excel. — Could you pass me the papers with the orders?
— He wiped his soaked hands. — Was that much? Chiron would be proud of the heroine who inherited his promise. Besides being an excellent weapons wielder, she's an excellent herbalist. More complete than the Windows package. — He handed over the list. — I'm sure I sold more than you.
"I didn't even pay commission to Hana, who was wearing low-cut tops and looking hot. Imagine paying a bartender in a suit." He entered the data into a spreadsheet. "You, who have Hera's Dual Memory, why don't you use your skills?" He laughed. "Don't think this isn't a battlefield; missiles here also have to be aimed and ready."
Cassandra slid her hands across the counter to grab a lemon. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to contain the burst of laughter that was about to happen. She bit down hard, rind and all, as usual, biting her lip, letting the taste of iron and lemon run down her throat instead of letting the laughter out.
The group of women gathered in that bar were like seasons. Calisto was autumn, a strong wind that carried away old leaves; Hana was like spring, bringing the rebirth of leaves, giving birth to new ones full of life and much to live for, completing the past that drove the future, and the future that drove the past.
Cassandra is the very summer that brings restlessness to everything. This made perfect sense with everything she's done so far. Thanks to her, spring has merged with autumn. And what could be more fitting for a hero than burning his own clothes to show off his ripped abs and perky butt?
Mary is winter itself, in her powers and inner self. The moment of cold when the whole family gathers, thanks to her, two brothers reunite, two lovers warm themselves from the cold together. Mary was the ultimate symbol of hell, bringing together distant people.