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2020-10-12 03:25:49Back at the apartment, Amelie began to prepare a small dinner. Denise was at her company party today and would certainly eat her way through the entire buffet there. So a one-man menu would be enough this time.
Amelie cooked some spaghetti and created a simple carbonara sauce out of the bag to go with it. Sometimes it just wasn't that bad. Especially when your thoughts were somewhere else anyway. Again and again she looked back on the conversation with Samuel in her head. The way he put it, there was a theoretical possibility that he was a supernatural creature. That would also explain how he could vanish into thin air before her eyes. Theoretically. Because she lived in reality and there was nothing supernatural . Even if local mentalists and media tried to persuade you to do it again and again. So to be absolutely sure that she wasn't crazy, she would have to touch him next time. Just to make sure he was flesh and blood and not just a ghostly hallucination of her subconscious.
After lunch, Amelie saddled her bike again and drove to the nearby riding stable, where she had a riding stake in a good-natured Haflinger named Lutz.
She took him out of his stable, cleaned and dabbed him, and rode him a little on the clay court.
She had always wanted to ride a horse as a child, but her parents had opposed it. Because it was a) not completely harmless and b) quite expensive. But since she lived with her aunt, who had never really forbidden her to do anything, and earned her own money, she hadn't hesitated a second longer and took her first riding lessons. Since her modest salary was not enough for her own horse, she was delighted to have been able to ride the cozy Lutz for two years and was more than happy with it. It was a welcome change and always a little escape from everyday life somewhere.
Amelie arrived home in the late afternoon. Sweaty and exhausted, the first thing she did was take a refreshing shower. Then she put on a loose shirt and sweatpants so that she could end the day comfortably on the couch in front of the TV.
Amelie was shocked to find Samuel waiting on the couch with his arms crossed over his chest as she entered the living room.
"How did you get in here?" She asked indignantly.
Hadn't she closed the door properly? Not even Idefix had struck and noticed the intruder. Instead, he slept peacefully in his basket in her room.
"That is not important."
“I've heard that before today. Are you doing that often? Are you gaining access to other people's homes without being asked? "
He nodded naturally, without a trace of guilty conscience. Amelie stopped short. Should she get help or call the police? If she was quick enough, she could ring HP before Samuel could reach and stop her. But it was well known that a not inconsiderably long period of time passed before HP was at the door. By that time he would certainly have dragged her back to her apartment long ago. Sven made his debut and was therefore not there; so not an option either. Frau Gerling left on principle. So there was only the police left. But how should she inform them unnoticed?
Amelie wrapped her arms protectively around her torso and shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Despite the hot shower, she suddenly felt cold.
"What do you want from me?"
It was another few seconds before he answered.
"Talk to you."
"Talk to me?", She assured herself surprised, "But why and about what?"
"I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time."
Even if there was still not much movement in his face, he looked a little ashamed and embarrassed.
Amelie hesitated a moment, but then slowly sat down next to him on the couch, keeping a safe distance. She felt sorry for him.
“Okay, Samuel, let's talk now. You can start. What is there to know about you You said you haven't spoken in a long time. How come? "
His golden brown eyes studied her. Samuel's whole charisma didn't seem quite as confident as before.
"That's part of it," he said more to himself than to her.
She sighed sadly. As she was getting colder, she grabbed a blanket from the armrest and wrapped herself in it.
"You don't like to talk about yourself, can that be?"
"I'm not sure what I can and can't tell you."
“I am extremely trusting and can keep secrets to myself. I was always the sorrows aunt in my circle of friends. "
She grinned and tried a little to break the ice, but it didn't really work.
"I know."
Amelie was shocked to see how a shy smile actually played around his lips this time.
"From where? How do you know me Tell me please."
"Do you believe in a god?"
"No, not really."
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