Chairs
The room had a discreet entrance, the sign that surmounts it was simple: written and colors to match with the wooden frame that stretched arc, hugging the gate marking the boundary between her yawning on the road, at every opening, and the wall that hid jealous the voices of customers. A high step deluded for a moment who was about to enter, bringing it to dominate the dark shadows on the pavement left behind, before revealing the slope of a short hallway that opened onto a circular room. The idea of \u200b\u200bintimacy that surprised the customers upon their arrival, was born in the curve that enveloped the area illuminated. Lights warm rain on tavolini.Manlio had lingered a moment at the door before entering, had turned to wait for Bea, just behind his hand. "People come first in public places." she said with a smile. "There are women who do not know ...." He always had the answer ready, the words were one of his specialties. He knew how to slip them a pearl necklace, make medicine, instrument, line of defense, strategy pensiero.Si were sitting. Bea feeling well, he trusted, now, as he had suggested. No more embarrassment or tension. She was ready to follow him ideally giving him his hand because he had to steer his percorso.Erminia and Sergio were there for an hour. Their glasses were empty, empty eyes unadorned. The sentences handed down had built a cover for the defense that made them islands, with each other, and now were silent, tired of playing useless without vincitore.Lui had mentioned a restless movement with his legs, breaking the stillness of silence and she mistook the movement for the right choice to go. So she got up, anticipating a decision that was late in coming, and had protected the shoulders with a shawl of chilled lana.Antonio and Lydia laughed. They laughed sympathetically than a memory. She was a girl in the town park and sat on a bench where you climb, climbers such as test tubes, mischievous dark spots in the sun on a summer Sunday, rows of ants. And then the ride home, in the arms of his father, seeking the comfort of the bathtub full of water. They laughed and whispered words impertinenti.Fuori approached the chairs, the streetlights winked at the onset of evening.
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