On his bed is a white shirt. She observes a long time, aware of unable to ignore.
take a shower, remove the smell off me, should be a priority, but in a late morning as that is hard to let drain away the memories.
puts his shirt in the closet and, sighing, leaves behind a night that would be embraced.
But first glance the phone, dangerous, tempting, but in his case, useless. He knows he can not contact him, he left no address.
"I'll look for you. Got it? "He had said from the beginning in a tone that left no room for replicas.
you realize you do not know almost nothing about him, but otherwise has no pretensions: and how do you get it? The
just his presence sometimes. Also prepares the dinner, a treatment of him, his special guest.
In the kitchen is still to re-order: he did not want her to take care of household chores in her presence.
takes a cup from the sink full of dirty dishes and poured the cold coffee, a remnant of the previous evening. The taste is bad, or maybe it's the bitterness he feels in the mouth to alter the flavor.
There is plenty to do at home, but did not want to. He wants to dream a little, 'basking in sweet and melancholy pleasure of waiting.
Back in the room and open the nightstand drawer. A lighter, a packet of mints, a fountain pen: all things vaguely remember there after every visit.
Removes the closet just placed his shirt and smiles how do you forget a dress? thinks to himself. Perhaps these items are not there because of an oversight.
It clings to the hope that he takes us in his own way, of course.
wearing that white garment and feel her smell, so exciting, climbing them up to the nostrils.
The days pass slowly and all the same. The phone is there, the usual place, mute and motionless, his nights are often without sleep, the sultry and simmering anxiety.
customers one another with regularity: all faceless, but with a body and a massive portfolio.
is three, the moon is high, you do not hear any sound except the chirping of crickets coming through the open window. A sharp ringing breaks the silence, but a ready hand puts end.
"Arrival" is the only word you can hear, after only a click and silence again.
passion, impetuosity, odor of sweaty bodies. Then, like a silent ghost that leaves no trace of her appearance, the man leaves and is once again alone.
She wonders if it is all a dream or if he, his only he was really there.
Obsessed by doubt, look for a test, an object dropped from somewhere.
Find an envelope with money, a lot of money, far more than the usual bill cent.
know it's a farewell. I do not see again.
cries. Bitter tears that spoil what little remains of her makeup and her beauty.
But life goes on and his body was spotted by the sad and shameful mechanical process, while his heart and his mind is still hanging by a thread more and more worn and unsafe.
The sensational news of the twenty announces the arrest of a notorious wanted fugitive for two years.
Now everything is clear.
The rope breaks and she falls into a void, without ever getting to the bottom of anything.
Opens. A thin gray rain and wet asphalt hot, even the sky shares his despondency.
But the future is already here: there is no time to listen to the heart. Sente the sound of footsteps, then a knock.
The next customer is waiting outside the door.
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