THE VOICE UNDER THE LEAF - II/III - UNCERTAIN VIEW

Fevronia took the scarf out of its shiny bag and stared at it. It looked as if it had another hue now, far away from the store’s chandeliers. It was definitely more natural, more real. She stood still by the open living room’s door. It was the most sun lit spot of the house, especially at this hour when the sun embraced the room. The afternoon breeze moved gently the off- white curtain. She made a cold lemonade with extra ice, she put on a dress with wide straps that still fitted her and walked out to the balcony. She took a long sip and gazed at the city. It looked a bit out of tune, as if the musical instruments had not been synchronized in a concert, as if someone was out of tune in a choir. Now that she thought about it, she was feeling the same more or less.

The flat was at the last floor of a block with twelve more. It was small and old, with rusty pipes and it often had blackouts, but she didn’t mind at all. The low rent and the big balcony were enough for her to love it. She still held the scarf. It convinced her that, if she focused on the big green leaf in the center, she could be able to feel her center of gravity back when Mafka had given her self-control through her voice.

Fevronia could not understand why it was so hard for the others to hear the cat’s voice. She herself could hear it crystal clear. And as time went by, it was not only the voice of her communication but also the voice of her consciousness. It would advise her what to do, how to handle the adult life that seemed so complicated. The grown- ups did not believe her. They multiplied the tests and the check- ups and so did the medication and the remedies. Fevronia listened to the cat who told her not to take any of these. The two of them were one against everyone who saw Mafka with suspicion. She found it hard to keep up at the university and she dropped out on the second year. Mafka was not so eager to give it a try anyway. The tests suddenly stopped, leaving her parents broken hearted. She rented this flat with the money that the welfare gave her and she started working part time in an umbrella factory just outside the city center. Mafka was always with her despite the gossip and the funny looks. The cat helped her, as much as it could, not to feel that lonely among so many people. The ice melted. She held the scarf really tight in her fist.