In the previous chapter: things slide so.
One takes a step at a time. Then it seems that is good for nothing. Get
them. They go, do, undo.
It also seems that no use.
But then maybe you need something. A
always need something.
This everybody knows.
But what, unfortunately, nobody knows.
Light TV lit up the room intermittently. If he had not had the audio, it would be a worthy alternative to a lamp shade.
Emily had not wanted to know to go away, and had followed me down the stairs of the garage, at home, to the kitchen. I did not understand fully his behavior, but his steps in the four quarters, in fact, I did not mind at all.
I removed the volume of the television, and sat at the table. You are in front of me.
I did not know if my face was overshadowed by his head, but the fact remained that I, in my eyes, I could not see it. The light screen behind him showed the perimeter Hair, like modern aura. Or the old advertising AIDS.
While I was thinking about these things, you, as if my house was already there, he took the glasses from the doors over the sink and the bottle of wine from the closet. Swaying hips almost like a dancer.
was a wine of the Valtellina, the good ones that always come from Nebbiolo grapes. I could not feel bound by the finding that he was one of my favorites.
"But how did you know?" I asked.
"All in all the houses have over the sink and glasses of wine, hold it in the closet and doors at the bottom of the kitchen. Unless it is in view, I agree. As the cutlery. I've always in the top drawer. Easy, right? "
Indeed he was right. There are details that fall within the genetic code of humans.
For the French uvular R, for the Germans, the hardness and rigidity to the Swedish beauty, for the Chinese rice. You can not escape.
fact is that, sitting opposite each other, we harness the thoughts as if they were mud. I could not stop either one, as if not really thought about it, and probably was the same for Emily. In the apartment next to mine, he felt his life slip off indifferent to my needs. The sounds of dishes and television announcing the dinner along with soft voices on the day's events, I never understood. When my parents were told in a more or less excited what had happened to them, as a child you fool me angry. I did not understand that could mean sharing a normal day, just for them, in sharing, had already a long time now.
Yet that night in front of Emily, I felt the need.
And I was ready to touch a hand, I reached out slowly to distracted and felt the blood began to flow rapidly into the veins. The musculature of the phalanges seemed to swell and inhibit the movements, as when the arms become the wood after making an effort on the port. I could almost feel the contact, I could imagine touching it, when he began to speak. And everything was broken. Tense muscles relaxed and inhaled.
"us," said disgruntled.
She did not return the bill. He complained of my grabble. What claimed. Mica was a private investigator. And who said that proceeded the wrong way, since there is a right or wrong way to proceed if, to proceed, you have a point to proceed.
"Because if this is not, tell me what is the point, dear?" I was angry and I was sour. First, because I could not stand criticism. Secondly, because I had other intentions. Finally, because if one gets into trouble, is fending for himself. And then I wanted to do, here.
But despite my bad mood, he continued.
"Even if he's dead?"
"Even if he is dead. He could think of before. "
" Yes. Think first to die "
" No. Just thought of that before. Before you get into trouble. Death, the end is always just around the corner. To this one must always follow the maxim of Confucius: "I said triumphantly quoting Mr. Anselmo," without your cocks. "
I had stretched and it was clear. But instead of feeling a little Caesar, I felt a little stupid.
Maybe because I had hurt.
But no matter, there are situations in which everything is permitted. Especially when the exchange is one to one: either me or her. And in that If, however, I was better.
But there remained a fund's true, the affirmation of Emily. And perhaps to recover, perhaps because I was convinced I, I told him.
"In fact, things do not add up. The letter to the Turri who had written to me. And Turri had died a decade earlier. And Mr. Anselmo could not know, then if the grave was a Mr. Nobody who was waiting for me. Bo. "Concluded. I drank a glass of wine in one gulp, like the elderly after a bad hand of cards come in bowls circles. Emily
instead sipped. And licking his upper lip began.
"Listen. Let us see it that way. You told me the smell of coffee. And even with the Gossip, the thing does not fall. So what can be a point. Point which falls outside the home. Or there lived in that house, or you, you lied.
In the letter I sent, he said that he would leave for a period of time large enough. So, for example, because the rent is due in six months and not now? "
How strange to note that when the discussions are the hottest and the distances become greater, even the language changes. and becomes more polished.
"Yes, maybe it's an idea. But maybe there are contractual difficulties, what do you know. Or perhaps your idea of \u200b\u200ba long time can also be a month. Or maybe he did not want losing your home. What do you know. Of course he had not calculated to die! "
" It may be, all right. But how do you explain the Turri. He wanted me to become aware of his death, the type more than anything else, no? "And while I stuck a smile on your teeth, Emily stiffened up to gelarmi eyes. I lowered my head and if I could, I would have also lowered his ears over his eyes. Instead I pretended that I had not nothing, searching for cigarettes in his pocket. Excellent find, to recover my position. Emily
Often I felt that way. A role player off the mercy of the reporters. And those of you who were the eyes of the coach and at the same time you complain that you get them going. A scar then, for perhaps the entire league, between the ear and the angle of the mouth, with how many stitches you will never be completely healed. Yawned.
"Probably, they wanted to get there, you idiot. Did not you think? "I scolded.
tobacco and the paper began to burn sizzle.
"Probably. I did not know that your nose, though. So now we have to wait for someone or something to tell us what to do, simply. "
" No. Let us know your smell of coffee. "
" But where do we start, head? "A little 'I was beginning to enjoy. Even if the reins were back in my hands. Mr. Anselmo knew me, not you. He had left everything to me, not her. He had sent the letter to me, not her. I made him this.
"Of course. Then arranged. I'm going home. Do it yourself, "he said while the legs of the chair began to crawl on the tiled floor.
"No, no, wait. Ok, we do together "and she sat down, breathing like a patient mother.
"One more thing, Emily. Why he told me to take care of you, if you've never met? "I asked the question came out as a sob.
"Listen. I do not know. But also you said that you feel comfortable, if a little 'thin. Obviously you watched and if you watched, I saw me too. Do not you think? "
I had wrought. In fact, I had really screwed. And in his face you could see clearly that the contract was waiting for a reply confirming my defeat. With a nod
granted his wish. But I thought I was in there man, looking for some way to tie the game. And then I was playing at home. It did not matter at all that away goals were worth double. In this competition, at least, it did not matter.
"Okay, come on. Want a cigarette? "I said. If I had not had the last line, the closing of the speech, I would have gone down too. I had freshly prepared plain of contention.
But I was aware, was beginning to like this game. Or maybe I liked being with her.
"And then tomorrow we go to the sixteenth century. We must begin to think like Mr. Anselmo. I've seen it in movies, "said proud of my conclusion, extinguishing the butt in the ashtray. I could not at all. A wisp of smoke still rose. I got up and I put in a bit 'of water. I had always been afraid of fires.
Emily shook her head as if to say no, but did not say. I really want to go around with that white box.
She was clear, he knew my thoughts.
"Take off that smile from his lips. You look like a fool. " He smiled, as only certain times you smile. I reached my finger to touch the lower lip, as if by doing so I could steal a bit 'naive of that beauty. The chandelier reflected in the shadow of my arm on the table, the heat of the breath that came out of my nose touched the back of his hand. I do not mind or were in the ox or donkey, but the vague smell of Marseille, which rose in the kitchen, I shook the pit of my stomach.
In the head and in front of me rushing the pictures of the last days. Enigma which we did not know that fake answer, that investigation that we were boarded by the poor more with curiosity than with detective instincts and hands of Emily and fluttered in his slow way of speaking. The jaw moves and
contracted in the desire to kiss her. Something was changing between us and around us.
Perhaps, indeed, were close to something.
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