Loyal friend. Part two.

"You can only stand like soldiers and look with dog eyes at Adelard. You only know how to ask for money and brazenly steal everything. But in reality, you are just swindlers, just greedy people," Jean could not restrain himself and said in a rude tone. And when he said this, his face turned red and a real fire lit up in his eyes.

“Jean, no need,” Adelard whispered, dreamily watching the little birds jumping from branch to branch. And mentally, he was in that garden, among the beautiful flowers, with the most beautiful woman.

"He asked you a question! Answer! Adelard, you see what kind of people they are! For example, he got his own! And you also gave him money. They seem to have to contribute to our business, but they only know how to spend your money. Adelard!"

The headache came back again, only now, this pain was too strong. Hearing a strange noise in his ears, Adelard looked at everyone and fell into a chair. Cold sweat covered his entire face.

"Monsieur, what's the matter with you?! Call the doctor! Faster!"

"I'm fine. It's okay. You don't need to call a doctor."

Having surrounded him on all sides, everyone began to wave papers so that at least some wind would improve his condition.

Monsieur Claude, looking at him in dismay, said, "It's all because of the heat."

“Adelard, let's go. You need rest,” Jean said urgently, not letting go of his icy hand.

Silently watching Adelard's breathing become rapid, they all fell into the hands of worry and anxiety. And of course, they had something to worry about. After all, everyone saw their future, their wealth, in those green eyes which were frozen in the distant photograph that stood in the far corner of the office.

"Adelard, let's go. I think these sloths can handle themselves and solve all the problems."

"But now what do we do with the supply of fat? After all, in a few days, we will have to stop production. And this is all in the midst of sales!" exclaimed a man with a straight line of gray hair that parted his black hair in two.

“We need to find other people. Another farm. But I think we should look outside of this town. I'll take care of it. Don't worry,” Adelard said, finding the strength to stand up and pour himself a glass of water.

"No. I'll take care of it myself. I'll find the people we need. Don't worry. The fat supply will continue. Be sure of that. Never before, this factory has stopped working. But you, you need a good rest. You always work so hard. And they all became lazy, ignorant, selfish."

Jean, having earned himself the status of Adelard's best friend, had every right to speak out his discontent and offend the feelings of all people around. And all in order to always support and protect too fragile and tender Adelard. Thus, having accustomed everyone to his character, he played the role of the second president, who was always right and to whom no one had the right to object.

“Jean, I need to talk to you,” Adelard said, clearly not liking his words.

On the contrary, Adelard, in any circumstances, felt sorry for everyone and was always the kindest of all. Even when a person laughed at him.

Was it stupid? Was it the most beautiful quality that could exist among humans?

"What are we going to do with the fat supply?" Adelard asked when everyone left his office, leaving behind an admixture of cologne and smoke.

Curling a long strand of his hair around his finger, Jean sat on the table and said, "Don't worry. I'll figure it out."

"Don't you think everything is going to break soon?"

"You started thinking about bad things," Jean said, rolling his eyes.

Adelard was amused by his expression. Leaning his head on his lap, Adelard closed his eyes and feeling the tenderness of this friendship, nevertheless sadly said, "I feel like I'm dying. And everything that belongs to me dies with me. It scares me, but not so much. Jean, I have a bad feeling. It seems to me that soon, all this will come to an end."

Looking thoughtfully at his wavy hair that covered his face, Jean bent down and kissed his head imperceptibly. It was a friendly kiss that was full of understanding and family feelings.

“My friend, my beloved friend,” he whispered in his ear. "I will not allow anything bad to happen. I'd rather break everything around, but your kingdom will always stand under a bright Sun and a beautiful Moon."

"Tell me, can a person get sick just because of love?" Adelard asked suddenly, lifting his head sharply. His gaze was full of madness.

Surprised, but not so much as not to be able to answer his question, Jean continued stroking his head. "Love is a disease."

"And how should I understand this?"

"Yes. Love can bring pain, suffering, but not happiness," Jean replied.

"I shouldn't have asked you that."

Among abandoned houses that have already turned into a real labyrinth, stopping in front of a broken wall, Adelard wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a small notebook from his bag. On the first page was the address written in capital letters: GREEN LIGHT FARM. And next to these words was written finely and neatly: Madame Lucy.

Putting the notebook back in his bag, Adelard relaxed his shoulders and fixed his anxious gaze into the distance, where sea and sky became one.

And this landscape was visible through the broken wall, the bricks of which were scattered everywhere.

Hearing the disturbing sounds of the sea, Adelard lifted his head up. The hot sun rays were ready to reach his very soul. There was no one around. Even birds, even insects. He was completely alone. On an empty part of the town, where the echoes of the past dwelt.

When the sun became too unbearable, Adelard threw another glance towards the sea and smiled, remembering himself as a child, when he often came here and sat for hours among these bricks, reading various books and dreaming that someday he will become a good person.

“Goodbye, Adelard,” he whispered and was surprised at what he had just said. He did not know the reason for his sadness. He didn't know why he said goodbye to himself. A slight anxiety took over his mind again. But there was no time at all, and therefore, two wheels of the bicycle quickly carried him away, towards the green hills and trees.

Several days passed after he learned that Madame Lucy's farm had lost everything. And during these days, he was not able to think about other things. His heart already could break without love.

But it's not in vain that Suzanne is always worried about him. After all, she knows well that Adelard's heart is golden, too kind, and sometimes, this world perceives kindness as something terrible.

Moving his legs too quickly, he didn’t pay attention to the fact that the hills were getting too high and the climbs too sharp. Rushing forward, disturbing the peace of the insect world, he literally flew and the wind turned into a cool stream, along with speed, along with the scent of flowers that grew around.

And when he finally saw a large house with a red roof, he slowed down and breathing heavily, he closed his eyes.

Green Light Farm, in splendid isolation, was sad and lonely. Grief was everywhere. And Adelard could feel it, even standing so far away. He could sense Madame Lucy's sadness just by looking at the dog who was sitting in front of the wooden door.

And when Adelard came a little closer, the dog joyfully began to bark and thereby called Madame Lucy herself.