Vanity. Ares

attendance, correct?” “Yes, I was there.” “How did
the sequence of events play out?” asked Cesare.
“Well, we were drinking and it was getting late
and I saw Myra ask to sit down next to Ares, who
looked drunk and from the way he was behaving
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with Myra, as soon as she sat down, I knew he
must have been drunk," she spoke with a shrug.
"Ares slurred when he said “sure” and maybe ten
minutes later I left. That’s it,” explained Maria
with all her words spoken in a clear eloquence
that I thought could have won her an Oscar on a
different stage. “You said in an earlier statement,
correct me if I am wrong, that the defendant, to
use your words - “was all over Myra”, is that
right?” probed Cesare gesturing some of his
word’s with his hands in front of his face - his
fingers splaying. “Well, no you are taking what I
said out of context,” said Maria before my head
picked up, and I felt a little warm feeling inside
my stomach of a pleasant surprise. I could have
kissed Maria right there, not in a sexual way but
more for philia, friendship. She continued, saying
in a quip: “He was drunk, and if I remember I
said that I thought he was too drunk to know who
his hands were all over. Just those words. Not
over all her, as you put it.” Cesare’s head arched
back and he seemed to ask his next question
without the usual aplomb, but a slight monotone
intonation that told me he was made coy to
further cross examine Maria after her correction
of his words; with even anger allegorised. Maria's
testimony was not working in favour of the
prosecution. Although, I do remember Cesare
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