Me, Monica.
What fucking day. I take the metro and a fool breaks my balls to Termini, a herd of roaring boy scout who went to St. Peter by Pope Joseph fills the train smell of armpits and assorted glances lust, then he came to the shop and I notice did not take the keys. A tea from the Prince of whoremongers, accompanied by all the clichés about the tourists and all those who has finally come and swept Glauco. Cotto as an eel after yet another sleepless night.
Then in supply, the founder, my mother acting nasty as ever because I do feel, Roberta and her problems with Raoul Gardini of the poor, the fixed idea of \u200b\u200bClaudio and our history ... all day I dream home. It feared the return.
Resume meters. It's seven and a quarter, usually at this time I would have found at the bar of Luciano, one in front of the tube. I'm shivering.
Me I'm doing the below. It 's the first day that she left him alone since he was released from the hospital. I would trust but I do know that alcohol is among the most treacherous demons.
I leave the stop Furio Camillo and give a look at the phone. Neither a call or a message. It is not him, it is true that before the slaughter I did not understand that just because he pestered sms time and can ship them for free, I work and I can not stop every two or three to read all the nonsense that come to mind, eccheccazzo .
Almost SoSoggy front of the house I see, the gray cat of our neighbor Luz, which runs toward me, meowing and drawing a series of "lying eight" turning around in between the legs. The cat and the infinite. What a treasure, it's the cat that everyone wants.
picks her up and descending the steps of the path hardens, it blows towards the void and squirts away from my arms. The sun has set but the light is, I continue to walk but I do not think there is reason for such behavior. They are strange cats.
As I open the gate I notice that there is someone under the gazebo. I get closer and I close, realizing that the one-shouldered, with cross-heads on the arms on the table, is Claudia. Damn. Because he is so drunk as shit, I'm sure. And who is that close to him? God god god, now I'll kill him.
"Claudio ...?"
"Monica! I did not get heard, I was in the bathroom ... but then, what about?"
Behind me is Eleonora. I love her but do not try to play nice in this situation or make it out too! Another crazy, but why, why?
"He has been drinking?"
"..."
I can not stop shaking. See how it is, damn the God Almighty! E 'rotten drunk, damn ... and who the fuck is' bitch is?!?
"Who is this?"
"Claudia, my friend. She was, like, a bit exaggerated ..."
"It 's been out less than ten days, Jesus Christ! Eleono', but you too!"
"And I got to do? As if I could make you change your mind when He decrees a thing!"
"Claudio? Claudio! But, he sleeps like a log. The ', come here and help me to carry him. Wait, wait, but it has also peed in the ...?"
No, no, no, not true. It can not be, no. Breathe, I'm sure, of course it breathes. I go up but even if his face is relaxed, I understand now. E 'dead. Claudio is dead.
"CLAUDIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
going crazy. I take a chair and destroys it against one of the legs of the gazebo, I kill with my hands on this damn asshole who betrayed me, you left me in the most infamous bastard, but I want to do in these clogs your own demise . I'm coming up to her but my legs give way and arms are not responding. Before I pass out next to them a man dressed like Inspector Maigret, black and white against the color of the flowers of the garden.
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