short story - "Adultery & Punishment" *
Adultery & Punishment
The radio crackled the news from one corner of the narrow living room, but the volume was low and could steal very little of what the announcer was saying. From the dark curtains let penetrated semi-closed, thin, a bit of afternoon sun. Alberto Vercesi was sitting in the chair for a couple of hours, staring at the blank wall look. When the clock struck seventeen, he jumped up and put on a light jacket. He walked to the front door, opened it and closed it behind him. Down the three flights of stairs, then outside in the warmth. He could do without quell'indumento, now that I thought, but gave him a special tone. Around there was a nice crowd, it was Saturday and people crowded in front of the cinema frantically and department stores. The tram stop was just over two hundred meters, caught up in a hurry and had time to get on twenty-four and was about to start, avoiding the hassle of having to wait fifteen minutes after the race. The old half rattled damn, was slow and tired, and it took a lot to get to the train station. On the way, here again the thoughts that had crowded in his head all day: driven below them, but they would not hear. Nothing to do. facts went something like this: in the past week, while Anita had gone to visit his sister, Alberto had been with three different women. One was his mistress privileged, Vivienne, who had known her during their honeymoon in Barcelona and with whom he shared seventeen years of hiding. The other two were of the typical adventures of the evening: a couple of silly sciacquette, poor to engage in any discussion that went beyond their favorite actor and indeed not so good in bed, but both had at least twenty years younger than Albert, and therefore worth taking advantage of the occasion. He knew he had a great charm, despite the forty years and a few gray hairs, why say no? The second episode, even more distressing was that Anita had eaten foglia.La Alberto's wife, Anita, was born old. He had noticed at first glance that had launched when she had appeared, barely twenty, to his graduation party. He, in the eyes of Anita, was a dissolute frankly contemptible. But there was something, maybe an inkling of passion who became I live for little, and then disappeared, or more likely the need to build a family in fear of growing old alone, who had foolishly gone to get married without even knowing, but even now the two really knew who they were, and never had known. And so, on their honeymoon was born on true love was overwhelming and irresistible, like a "true love" worthy of respect, but always concealed from the shadows and firmly founded sull'omertà . The tram stopped screeching before a cafe that overlooked the street. A lady with a light dress with polka dots heatedly rebuked his son. I do not hear the noises, but could understand the anger with which rages with the baby on the way in which women moved her mouth, which had been clumsily smeared lipstick purple. He saw himself and Anita, the same angry look at her like a child yells at him, the same expression of disgust and women with painted on the face of strong disapproval, the desire to escape from his rebuke as he probably wanted to make the infant and, finally, the resignation would not have done, of course.
He confessed everything and asked for forgiveness, and she first would have shouted that he did not want to see any more and then he changed his mind, and he would have sworn to be faithful from now on and might have severed relations with Vivienne. What frightened him, but there was no other way. Vivienne was married, unhappily certain like him, but he had repeatedly expressed a desire to remain connected to her man, even though she no longer mattered:
the idea to escape together, or to crown the distant dream of marriage was not standing.
Nothing to be done.
station. He got off the vehicle and walked briskly towards the entrance. In the great hall resounded ads speaker and endless lines of people stretching from the ticket. He waited with increasing impatience the arrival of the train, sitting on a bench. There was still a good half hour, and was able to brush his part with almost obsessive thoroughness. What would have said and what he would understand. As he moved his mouth as he gesticulated ably, as he entered the fateful tear at the exact moment, as he tried to resize the whole thing. Could recite rather bene.Gli occurred to him that it was his duty to inform the decisions of the last lover that she would not be forced to call it by stealth in the coming days. It cost him a lot, but now or never. She went to the long line of dark devices that opened in the lobby and dialed the office number to almost trembling Vivienne. She replied immediately, with the usual, familiar voice cheerful and bright. Love-Hello! Finally, I hear you .-- Hello, "said Alberto. It had to be quick, be concise and quick, throw out everything as if it were just a little thing, but could not to open his mouth because he had already attacked the interlocutor to speak to say the least frenetico.-Look, I had to call you tonight, but I am no longer in the skin. Listen, you hear? I'm so excited, almost stammering, and you know that I rarely stammer, stammer rather not ever, then it means they are really, really upset. Oh God, Alberto, listen well, because after what I have told you more excited than me! Where are you?-I ... "Well, wherever you are, hold on strong, dear Albert, because this is big, very big. Are you ready?-Look, Vivienne, please, whatever you need me, I need you ... I leave Fernando.Ad Alberto-lacking words, but seriously lacking. He stood stiff-I let it, yes, and you know what? I do not care! Do not give a damn, you know? Last night I come home from work and find that it is still at the bar. Even at the bar! Do you realize? At half past eight in the evening. All day in the filthy stinking hole, scratching his belly, unable to make something of himself, his life. And I sweat like an idiot. But we made a promise, yes, we said that things would change! But it did not happen. And then when he came back I did not say anything and even this morning I opened my mouth, but quietly I put things in a suitcase. I think ...-Look, sweetie, let's talk on the phone. Meet me now if you want, now, telefono.Alberto but not to find a minimum of force to clarify that what excited him, that he wanted to cry of happiness and that he was not in the skin to embrace the idea. He would have achieved in office, according to a corsa.In head flashed in all that they could do together, leave, leave and never come back, to escape from the bonds, quit with the mess of life that had shrunk to drive. The speech he had prepared so much for the spouse fell in an instant: Anita hours could also be furious, indeed certainly was, but who cared? The woman would come, he would have looked forward to and in the meantime, his anger would grow, growing, changing in bitterness and anguish. Exasperated, he took a taxi back home, ready for a big scene, screaming and crying in hysterics, but they would not find more. No. From the day he vanished: it was free, free! The old ass could scream and despair, but would never see again! Never again! Ran out. The heat grew less oppressive, or was that weight that he had finally flew away, he did not know, the fact is that now everything looks like new and enjoyable, still young, everything seemed to have become cool, beautiful, beautiful as never state. He thought of the new life that was wide open, in what he could do to his future with the woman he loved, no more obstacles, no more obstacles! He wanted to kiss mouth on every single woman he met on his journey; unless his wife, of course, that shapeless and befanona ammuffita.Alberto crossed the street. He noticed the woman in the last minute bike that was coming upon him, and dodged for a nap, so doing, ended up in the middle of the road, and nothing he could do when the big truck in front of him parried. With a thud, Alberto was centered Vercesi and thrown out like a puppet. Alberto Vercoe died instantly.
to Claudio
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