"All right, what'd you do to her?" Paul demanded when he returned to the living room.
Jose threw up his hands in confusion.
"I know nothing! She read letter and then this! Acting like crazy person, throwing things, making a scene! I simply cannot have it! I have a respected reputation in Brazil and a family to uphold. I'm sure the police will arrive any minute now."
"I doubt that." Paul said. "There's no law against busting up your own apartment. Where's this letter you're talking about?"
Jose walked over to the sofa cringing at the piles of papers. He looked through them thoroughly before finding the letter crumpled into a ball on the floor.
"Here is letter." He said handing it to Paul.
Paul took the letter and began to read out loud.
"Dear Holly,
Received word that young Fred was killed..."
His blood turned cold and his thoughts drifted to the beautiful, heartbroken woman that lay on her bed only steps away. Feeling helpless, he sank into a chair and sighed deeply.
"Oh my God..."
"What's wrong? Who is this Fred you speak of?"
"Her brother."
"Oh..." Jose said with very little feeling. "What can we do?"
"Try to help her; be there for her. She's going to need all the friends she can get right now. And unfortunately that's you and me. She doesn't have anyone else; besides Doc."
Jose walked over to Holly's bedroom and opened the door, glancing at her with dismay when he realized she was still sobbing into the destroyed pillow.
Finally he closed the door and turned to Paul, shaking his head.
"I cannot do this."
"But she needs you! She loves you!" Paul said.
"My reputation is much too important to be bothered with such drama. I'm very sorry."
And without another word, Jose took one last look at Holly for the last time and left.