Samuel and Jessie came to the attic. She was surprised. It wasn't a dirty and dusty place. Everything was clean and tidy. That attic was a large and clear area with no walls, just a couple of columns in the middle that held the roof. It had two large windows that let the sunlight pouring almost all day. All things were organized in clearly identified boxes, arranged on shelves that surrounded the walls. In front of the windows, there was an old desk with its elegant chair, above was a study lamp, an earthen vessel with pencils and pens inside, a calendar desktop, a Mac and a few of those clipboard trays stacking that exist in offices. It was the working table of Diane, where she was abstracted when looking for their muses when she was going to write. Just behind was an old three-piece suite faced two armchairs separated by a center table that rested on an old carpet. Between the two armchairs was a smoking table with a nice lamp on top. That attic was not a dirty storeroom, was another pleasant stay in that house, where there was breathed the magic environment of Diane's muses.

Samuel and Jessie began to look through the boxes:

- Your father is very friendly, a great guy. Right?

- Yes he is -said Samuel filled with pride.

- You will admire him a lot…

- I have admired all my life to him and still I admire him... since my childhood…

Jessie was distracted by two boxes that had two names: "Sam"... "Diane"...

- Samuel What's this? Jessie asked.

- Nothing... Old memories of my parents...

- Can I see them? -she insisted curious.

- I suppose that yes -Samuel replied absently as he continued with his work.

Jessie lacked time to open and to snoop. She took them and sat on one of the armchairs. First she opened the box of Diane. She saw a large and bulky envelope. Inside was a delicate headband and a newspaper published in the eighties. The new´s headline said: "Miss Diane Chambers was awarded first prize as winner of Miss Waitress of the Year of Boston…". Next to the article there was a photo of Diane, with that headband, receiving the prize. She kept looking. Also there was some old stuffed animals and, in a beautiful tin box, there was photos of Diane teen with a pony and a cat, with someone who might to be her father, and others more. She also found a small book of poetry with a rose in its pages that it still retained its fragrance. Samuel was still working, he moving boxes and selecting things, leaving everything again in its place, totally foreign to what his girlfriend was doing.

Now Jessie took the Sam's box. When she opened it -How not!- she found his old baseball equipment off when he played with the Red Sox. There was a cigar box that was guarding a few letters packed with a red silk tape. They were of Diane. That detail seemed to her very romantically. She read some letters. It was incredible. She was not able to express their feelings sometimes with words, and nevertheless for Diane's pen they were flowing as a torrent of poetry that was going directly to the heart… Something suddenly called to her powerfully attention: a leather briefcase. She opened it. Inside there was a hairbrush, several combs, a mirror ... "Sam has been a barber?" -Jessie was wondering surprised-But there was more. She took a small bottle of lotion. She opened it and sniffed. Jessie put to cough compulsive, it was as if something grasped her throat preventing to breath.

- Darling! Are you all right? -Samuel asked worried.

- It´s that... bottle...! -Jessie replied hoarsely, tears in her eyes.

- Ah, yes! - said Samuel - it´s dad's old lotion... It's not so bad truth? … - he commented while he was smelling the bottle.

- Separate it of my sight! -said Jessie disgusted- It's horrible!.

When she recovered her breath, she continued snooping in the briefcase. There was a small black booklet package tied with string. They seemed notepads. She opened one and began to read ... then another ... and another ... and another ...It was incredible! Only women's names appeared ... lots and lots ... perhaps hundreds of them…

- Samuel Have you seen these notepads? -asked Jessie disconcerted- Only there are women's names ... What does mean this?

Samuel approached the armchair where Jessie was seated snooping among the things of his father. He took the notepad that she gave him and he started to see it…

- Ah, yes! Already I remember! They have told me that my father before was a philanderer, that he had conquered the heart of a lot of women… even they managed to me to say that four hundred of more… I never believed myself it, but now seeing this… Wow! Good for dad! - Samuel said in an amused tono.

Of a jump Jessie put of foot, enraged and with the arms in pitcher, and looking at Samuel fixedly to the eyes, she started him shouting:

- Before you have said to me that you admire very much your father. Right? I have been looking at these boxes to see what they were guarding and to make me an idea of what persons' class they are. And while your mother was expressing her love towards your father with letters full of poetry, your father was filling a heap of notepads with the names of all the nasty sluts with which he had gone to bed. And here it doesn't end the thing, because I comment on it to his son, my boyfriend, and instead of him to reprove this sow and dirty attitude, it does grace to him and applauds it ... because he admires his daddy. Right?

- So… yyy… yes… not… I… I don't know… -Samuel stuttered confused without knowing what to answer to calm her- Where are you going with this?

- Where? That now I see very clear that you look like greatly your father, because you're not any more that a… SWIIINE! -and taking the notepads she continued: - And just now I'm going to see what your mother thinks of this!

- No!… Wait!…

Diane was sitting comfortably in the living room, enjoying an aromatic cup of coffee while she corrected last thing she wrote, when her concentration was interrupted by shouts and a loud argument coming from the attic. When she wanted to realize, Jessie was entering the living room door in a fury, with red cheeks and very upset.

- But. What's the matter? -Diane asked alarmed.

- I'll explain, mom... -Samuel tried to say, but Jessie wouldn't let him finish, because she started talking, spitting the words like a machine gun.

- If I tell you, you're not going to believe. What happens is not a thing, they are several -Jessie said as she put on the table one by one all the notepads- this is what happens!

Diane recognized those notepads. And while Jessie was extending them on that table, she was noticing how the mood of the mother of her boyfriend was turning sour up to coming to the most fierce of the angers. Samuel, seeing how changed the countenance of his mother, he wrapped his face up himself with his hands and, spontaneously, he began to formulate prayers to Heaven from the depths of his heart.

At that time Sam appeared, coming from the garage, where he had a small workshop installed.

- What's all the uproar? -Sam asked; on having seen the faces of all, and especially of Diane - Is something wrong, honey? - he asked again while him the knees were trembling. It was clear that it was happening! He knew very well that fury's look, and knew what was going to happen.

- SWINE! Liar! How is it possible that you me have lied all this time?

- But… What have I done? -Sam didn't know of what all that was going.

- That's what you've done! -Diane said while she was indicating the notepads with an accusing finger- Rather, which you have not done. You promised it to me, Sam! - she protested almost crying.

"Shit, they have found them" -Sam thought.- He knew what it was all about. He started feeling a cold sweat for all his body. He looked around him. Diane was crying on the shoulder of one bad-tempered and very angered Jessie, while Samuel was pale, looking at him with an expression on his face that seemed to ask forgiveness.

- I... I'm sorry, Diane... I know that I promised you to get rid of these notepads, but I don't want to see you to weep, I didn't want to hurt you -Sam apologized.

- Mom, please, listens to dad... I believe him.

Diane hasn't neither desires nor forces to answer, but Jessie still had energies.

- Just look, Diane! How they are protected between them!. Their attitude makes me sick -Jessie said contemptuously.

- But what happens to you? Why you are you making such a fuss? -Samuel claimed her, now angrier.

- I thought you loved me, than you respected me ... Jessie said.

- And… I do- Samuel replied firmly.

- Ah, yeah? And what will you do when I open my heart you and I say to you that I love every morning before going to the work? Would you cheat me with another woman and write it in a notepad? As your father? All the men you are equal.

- Yes, it's true. That is why we change the name to differ -Samuel answered with sarcasm.

Jessie got angry furthermore. Willingly she would give him a beating in this moment.

- How do you dare to make yourself the funny man in a situation like that? -Jessie snapped him totally enraged

- And you? -Samuel answered, also very angrily How dare you come to my parents house and in exchange for their hospitality and fondness, you mount a scandal and you face my parents for a few old notepads forgotten in an attic? Sorry to say, Miss Kowalski, but if you are jealous and insecure, is your problem, not from my parents.

- You are a… -the tears and the impotence silenced to Jessie, who started to cry.

- Stop discussing! - Diane ordered - And you Jessie, come with me. I invite you to a coffee.

- Your mother is right, Samuel -said Sam- come with me to the garage.

Attentive to the outcome….