second and final part
From tables of the cafe where I sat, I saw her figure, slender and imperturbable, detached from excessive sentimentality architecture of the square. I decided that I would not have attracted his attention, at least for a while '. I was, so she had sat and waited to see. Wickedly, lingered in the sly look, while bewildered turned here and there, intent on getting caught up in that crowd. An event to which she was to be accustomed. I was sure that buried in the depths of the purse, he hid a mobile phone, but even if they were, Edith would never have had good feedback to use it. Suddenly the His gaze stopped at me. He shook a little 'eyes and after that I was careful to good self, began to advance. I felt a shiver down my spine, perhaps because of fever, or perhaps because of something else, I do not know. It was there that I became really aware that the place of the meeting was malavvedutamente chosen. We were not made to Piazza Duomo, us. At least not anymore. That square was for lovers, those who walk hand in hand, or for those who meet clandestinely. We, at that point in history, we could have very well meet in the Street After Work, or to the cemetery as I was concerned.
He sat in front of me without saying goodbye. Not biasimai. After years of marriage, the effusions become so intimate that you could never return to a more formal "Hello, how are you?" Do you prefer silence.
Now came the papers to sign. I nodded a sly smile and asked: "What, you brought your homework?"
froze me with his eyes.
Sghignazzai while I was prey to a succession of expiratory coughs. "Thank God I put my scarf today, because your eye is cooling the air."
He turned towards me, with a scrutinizing glance. "What's wrong? ... Are you hurt?"
Not that I even realize I knew it, his hand was on mine. Then leaned against the back of the same on my forehead, and immediately after placing among the scarf and my neck. I scostai violently.
"But you're hot ... you have a fever! You should not have come if you were sick ... I found a way. I'm sorry, I told you I leave ... but ... "He seemed genuinely concerned.
"What are you doing now, you worry about my health? I'm sure there were times when you'd rather see me dead ... "
" Well, I'm sure that those same feelings you have tried them too! "
" No! Not me! Your death would not have brought any kind of consolation ... the cellulite! "
" Excuse me? "
"Yes, there have been times when I wished that one day you were found stuffed by a huge amount of cellulite ... so take the same form as many of your fellow citizens already show off ... I asked you to become nasty cellulite ... but healthy long-lived, so live a long life with quell'ingombro. "
He looked shocked.
"to tell you all, I still have hope .... Here are a delicious crème de mascarpun ... if you want the Order"
He opened the bag and began to dig, as if he had not given any weight to what I just said, "Maybe I yet ... Benadryl allergy that does not make you ... no, I know that it had expired ... I must have thrown away, but I Cloralit of those blueberry-flavored "
" Hmm ... well, I like those! "
" No Stefan, those are the blueberry ones that make you sick, those are the ones that you like cherry "
As usual he was right. Edith always remembered what I liked and what I did not like, much better than me. Usually the restaurant, especially if exotic, she was the one who chose me, I sometimes balked pathetically that the "tempura" or something else I love it, while she kept saying not to take "because you know Fried and makes you throw up " ... and mathematically, I wanted to vomit.
"Remember when ostinasti with the lady of Hong Kong Garden, saying he'd taken the chicken only if we had put the sauce one with the panda, who then generally called soy sauce because it was only the one with the panda I bought the brand, when in fact you wanted the sweet and sour sauce ... ohh how I laughed at that time "
Then, he began to give me a line:" Lady Japanese ... the sauce, I like the one with the panda ... "began
to laugh, and I was catapulted into flood of memories, most of which, was not unpleasant to remember. The hated.
"Give me these papers to sign .... un'accattona six! "
Edith knew that I was not referring to the cards. He stood there looking at me, almost with a smile, because he had finally became clear to me ... she was missing.
E 'something a bit' weird, but when a story is over, even when they did not remain in any kind of feeling, even when the resentment is gone, two former will always seek some sort of cryptic sign that will make them the illusion that they lack the other. I realized that was precisely why I chose the coat, in order to succeed, perhaps, to evoke a gaze that would give me that illusion. Therefore I thought it was just so why Edith had settled for good, makeup and carefully choosing clothes that perfection.
"You know I never claimed my rights on these things ... I had already promised that everything would have been yours ... and you know that when I promise ..."
"Yes, I know. ... But ...." That
" but "procured me in a state of panic, what would have happened if I had said that he had to see me, to make me reconsider, to make peace. Perhaps that was why he had brought up the memories. What if that "but" had reason to exist. I signed with a trembling hand, while hoping that there was not a result of that "but." As I tried to convince me that "but" certainly would precede a "do not believe it" ... or "I want to be sure that these things will be mine." But because I was nervous? And because I hated her so much for making me remember something, after all, sorry I was not even remember.
After signing papers and slid on the table. Then I looked at her and said, "Here's everything you wanted ... I look forward copies as soon as possible and please contact me by your lawyer."
So I got up, left the money for drinks on the table and walked away . But before leaving, I thanked her ... because I realized that in this life ... apathetic, it is a privilege to suffer for love.
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