Capítulo 3: Encontrando nuestra identidad: Hacia una metodología de investigación
3.4 Metodología: el centro de todo
3.4.4 Instrumentos de recolección de datos
3.4.4.1 Grupo de enfoque
She hesitated, but he seemed in no decided to turn back, she faded
to let him pass.
He wore a pearl gray lightweight suit that showed off her slender body.
- Maybe you could turn off this? he suggested, pointing to television.
Natasha did so immediately.
- Did you like the play, the other night?
he went on.
- Yes and you?
She welcomed achieve internally to respond as calmly. If she mastered her
voice, he was not the same for her face. Her cheeks were burning, she guessed very red.
- Not so much, he said with an indefinable expression.
- Really? she was astonished.
- No, she somewhat annoyed. I was not in the mood to enjoy a comedy satirical.
"Me neither, really," she mused. Had he found the same provisions she that night? After all, were they not both victims of the same tragedy?
It
had never questioned the nature of her feelings for him, after all ...
Maybe not accommodated it not so easily to its light weight overnight?
- You were with this idiot of Herries ...
His remark sounded almost like an accusation.
- We were with friends, she corrected.
- I wonder how you can support this fool ...
- I work for him, I'm his secretary.
He had a face more disdainful.
- I see, merely there to comment.
- Nigel is a friend, she prevailed, nothing more!
And yet ... she considered him as recently ...
Lee Farrell glanced around him.
- You have dinner?
She did not have the presence of mind to say yes immediately ...
- So I invite you, 'he added dryly.
- No, thank you, 'she replied, annoyed by his tone brittle and cold.
- Why not?
His gray eyes had darkened almost imperceptibly.
- You spent an evening with Herries, you can pay me well, right?
- I'm not hungry ... but it's very kind of you, thank you. I'm sorry.
- Are you obliged to say so?
- How?
- You address me as if I was afraid you ... Do you think that I do not feel the
right?
You train consistently a wall of ice between us, when we are together.
- Excuse me, I ...
- Do not apologize, I beg you! he thundered violently. You want me, do not
right?
- No! she protested, by empourprant again.
- Oh ... But if we were two, right?
- I am aware!
Page 43 - Yet you can not stand me ... You keep me in spite, even if you
are supporting the opposite.
- No, I just think it would be better if we did not meet us.
- Why?
- It is useless.
It was a movement of irritation.
- Whether you admit it or not, I'm concerned too. Want to keep me away,
as if I was not concerned! Okay, it is you who carry this baby, but I have anything to
say, I think!
Natasha fell on a chair his legs no longer supported it, she trembled.
- Sit down, Mr. Farrell, she mouthed weakly.
- Lee! he exploded. Damn, my name is Lee! How can you continue to calling me
"Mr. Farrell"!
- Do not ... do not shout, she stammered with a nervous laugh.
He sat across from her and watched her for a moment.
- And if we were talking, just?
- What do you mean? she sighed.
- We could discuss many subjects?
She looked at him with a weak smile.
- What good ... Mr. Lee. Would it not be better to avoid review?
- Why? cut there.
- Because we have nothing in common.
- How do you know? The only time you could check it, we hardly had the
time to exchange our ideas ...
- You remind me of that night when I'd love to forget ...
- I had noticed in ... But how the hell would you forget? And for me that take you?
Natasha frowned and persisted in his silence.
- Despite what happened between us, you apply yourself to treat me as a perfect
abroad, he continued dryly.
The girl bit her lip without looking up.
- Why do not tear down this imaginary wall you raised between us, Natasha?
- I do not want you to think ...
She paused, confused and embarrassed.
- What I think what? the he encouraged.
- That I am ...
Certainly, the words escaped him. She felt his stare on her and she shuddered.
- An easy girl? he continued in his place.
- Yes, she said in one breath.
- Such an idea never crossed my mind, he calmly declarat. And you would do well to
out of your head. I'm not here with the intent to seduce you again if that's what
you fear.
- Why did you come ... Do not blame me nurture such suspicions, but admit?
the reputation that follows you can give pause. Your female success is a mystery to
person.
Lara Brennan, for example ...
- Lara ... If you want to insinuate that I had an affair with her, well I do
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détromperai not: it is true. I am thirty-seven years, Natasha, I'm not a schoolboy.
- I asked you anything ...
- I am grateful to you, 'he said sarcastically. If I'm here tonight, it's probably because
I thought of you. What do you believe? This is very new for me too ...
from
the beginning, too.
When we met, I guessed instinctively that it was different this
time, that you were different. The events are then peeled, as in a dream, were inevitable ...
- Yes, she whispered, inevitable ...
- When the next day you spoke of Porter and you fired me as
you did it, I was furious. I felt ... No matter if he interrupted. Nobody likes
that they're used self when his emotions are involved. And no man appreciates that
woman gives herself to him to punish another.
- I did not punish Mike, it's not that.
- I kind of feel that you do not know very well why you have done so, he noted.
Like many women, you let yourself be tempted by the devil to regret it.
It is therefore normal that you were standing grievance in me since I am the devil.
This reflection tore a smile to the girl.
- That's better! he said. Your smile is the first thing I noticed ... I have not seen much of you laugh since.
- I have not had the opportunity.
He nodded, then watched with an indecipherable air.
- Is it really finished with Porter?
She nodded.
- Forever?
Natasha spoke then the existence of Mrs. Porter. He listened attentively, without taking
party.
- Excuse me if I give you my perspective straightforward, but it is not a man, if he lets himself be led by his mother as well, 'he said when she had finished.
He looked at his watch and continued:
- And it still means something to you?
She did not answer.
- It is quite late, however, we could go to dinner slightly, what do you think?
Because the ice is broken ...
She jumped up.
- I'll put a jacket.
He was right, after all. Why did not they would maintain simple reports and courteous
?
They went in busy Italian restaurant despite the late hour. An orchestra played softly on a small stage.
They she enjoyed a melon with Parma ham and spaghetti with tomato.
They talked,
smiled, and Natasha, gradually relaxed. She even ends up feeling fine.
They discussed
literature, music, theater, quietly exchanging opinions, uncovering each other. Lee
had pleased the girl at first sight and many women had to be sensitive its undeniable charm. He was not only attractive; it emanated from him a sensuality
Magnetic inherent to its particularly strong and virile personality.
- This evening you enjoyed? he asked a little later by renewing her home.
Page 45 - Yes, she said, visibly delighted.
He touched his finger cheek Natasha.
- I will not tell you that I was sure ...
- No, do not tell me, she said, amused.
- I have two theater tickets for next Saturday, you will accompany me?
She hesitated a moment, and the gray eyes peered with a touch of humor.
- Do not answer no!
- Do I not right?
- No, he decided firmly.
Maybe she was committing the greatest follies, but she agreed.
She went to bed, that night, as happy as she had been for weeks. A little after,
she plunged with delight into a deep sleep.
They saw each other often and regularly. They evo-querent never his private life to himself, but
girl assumed that Lara Brennan was holding a spot, and other women too. However, it
Natasha never had the slightest equivocation gesture. He treated her like a sister, like a
girl, appeared protective, reassuring. She sometimes irritated by.
No doubt he felt guilty for it, and responsible for it somehow.
She could only be grateful to him; yet she caught herself occasionally to regret
seeing him since that night ... For a reason she could not explain, their appointment frequent complicating her life ...
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One morning, Natasha woke up again in the strange state she had experienced some
time earlier, but this time without apparent cause weakness that seemed to want to settle. It
lost her appetite, she loses weight, a disturbing pallor décolora his face.
One day at the office, she was dizzy and had to restrain himself at the table not
falling.
Nigel hastened immediately around it.
- First of all, sit him ... he commanded.
You are livid, what's happening?
The girl was able to answer him as she trembled.
- You are sick, he said nervously. You must see a doctor.
- Yes, she nodded weakly.
But deep inside of herself, she had decided to avoid a consultation if she is
restored.
- Are not you a little too thin ...?
inquired the young man, slightly embarrassed.
- For now, it's normal, she assured.
In reality, it was floating in his clothes now. Certainly, she ate very little to
Because of his frequent nausea.
- I'll call a doctor, decided the young man anxiously.
- No, I will see my own tonight.
- Are you sure?
- Do not worry.
- It's just ... you really do not seem to go well ...
- I'll be fine, I assure you.
But that night, she felt worse and worse: several times she was on the verge of
fainting. Fortunately, the next day was Saturday; she would not have had the strength to
up to seven hours to go to work.
So she did sleep late and went to buy some provisions. After being forced to
breakfast lightly, it came down to walk along the river. Already, summer seemed distant.
Trees began to undress for the winter, scattering their russet leaves in water
gray Thames. Birds perched on lice-saient barges screeches. Large white buildings, like icebergs gleaming under the autumn sun. Natasha walked
Slowly, the troubled mind. She thought her family that she had not yet notified. His
Silence will not protect for long. What would happen when they would guess? The
perspective of being in the heart of a scandal terrified beforehand.
A line of cars, stopped by a embouteil-lage, filled the street that ran along the riverbank.
Suddenly Natasha jumped recognizing Lee in a taxi ... He did not look in his
direction. At his side stood Lara Brennan wearing a black jersey jacket.
She was holding a
animated conversation with his companion, and when she approached him, Natasha felt falter.
When she saw the hands of Farrell on the shoulders of the young woman, she turned away, any
scrapie. A veil suddenly darkened his sight and hit a lamppost. She stepped around him
unsteadily; a low hum rose in her head ...
It will not be remembered very clearly what happened next, but she found herself lying
on the ground, in the middle of a crowd. The sun-Glait confession, but she noticed confusedly around
She faces of anxiety and, more clearly, that of Lee Farrell.
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