The wind from the sea enters the room through the window ajar. Libeccio. In April, it happens. April is the cruelest month. The others do not joke. But in January this year was not bad. In January I caught the terrorist fuck. I caught myself, has surrendered to me, was tired to escape. I have found him at the door of my office. Those balls of the guardhouse and then did not recognize who the fuck could recognize him with the glasses and the wig? Balls. Great whore.
"Good morning" he says, "I come in?"
"Who are you?"
"So I tried"
"Who are you?"
"My name is Silvana Di Stefano" I do not
never removed the gun so quickly. Then it was the casino. You, my dear, you'd be happy to finally see my picture on the front page while away the Di Stefano. You would have been proud of me, your husband's cop is never at home, right Eli?
from dark frames on the wall in the shadows of the bedroom, holding two children in a player toothless smile, a closeup of a smiling young woman lifting her dark hair to show the metal rings hanging from his left ear. No sign of appreciation for the heroic gesture of the cop, no answer.
The silence is interrupted seven bus line that stops a short distance on the street, with the noise of the hydraulic doors that open and close in two seconds. Someone gets out and nobody gets on the bus, via dei Fornai at that time. Steps of women beyond the windows of the house. Commissioner Luca Montroni rises from the bed sitting down and automatically turns on the first cigarette of the day. First breath and the gentle left hand deviates the elastic of his underwear, giving more freedom to the pale belly. Photos two children and a woman from the pretty mouth contemptuously ignore the movement. Fifty push-ups. Fifty lifting the barbell with fifty pounds. Ten minutes of bag. Lukewarm shower and the second cigarette. Today we will smoke five, maybe six or seven. And the belly is not set, is always there, pale and sad as a sin. Perhaps because it does not disappear for six months, the Commissioner eat badly, very badly: always a sandwich for lunch and dinner restaurant, and then wine or spirits. And then you eat bad when your wife goes away. Eat sad when your children are sleeping in the house of another and you caress your pistol and would like a woman in your bed, but I do not want any. Do you want yours. Today will smoke a whole pack. Today in custody must accompany a jerk of a lawyer from Di Stefano. But why? Orders from above, does not understand, but adjusts. He fastens his shirt in the house feels empty and that damn belly down there pushing the button. Out, out, out, out of here, in the light. Way in the middle of the casino, in the midst of all those who smile when they pass and stop them if he looks into my eyes. Away, away, away. Both the night always comes back.
"George, come back for lunch?"
"No. .. I do not know, it depends ..."
"But you come back or not?"
"I do not know depends on the judge .. .
"If you go tell Cynthia to buy ravioli, otherwise the soup alone is enough for me"
"Listen, I get a sandwich at the bar of the court because it depends on what I now you look after"
"But because you have to go that judge? "
" Why did you asked me "
" Why? "
The woman looks in the bedroom.
"Listen .. I do not know ... I just know he wants to see me."
"George you hide from me something ... you know who that is? Did you know? Do you remember? "
" I know
"E ' that the process Iovine, one in which they involved dad too! What my father wanted to send to jail! "
" Yes, I know him ... but it is a history of ten years ago ... come on, you'll see that it is something that has to do with the money ... do not worry, you will receive advice "
"But that's an asshole, maybe you still want revenge on us, our family, Dad ..."
"But no, I figured"
"Are not you afraid to meet them that?" The
woman, tall and slim, he appeared behind him. E 'already wrapped in a light gray suit, a round of pearl necklace, a little trick. He does not need. He sees in the mirror, her hair in a queue, is simply beautiful. In front of that mirror the lawyer Giorgio Pittaluga system is a tie for the third time. He bought it in Naples last year. The two looked in the mirror reflections.
"So do not come back for lunch?"
"No"
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