clasped her hands on her stomach, as was usual when you go to bed. The dinner was excellent and in fact I was slowly slipping towards the bottom with the butt of the chair. At dinner we talked mostly of passing time. We made counts of white hair and that of small ailments. The back, of course, then the teeth, a nasty thick almost continuous to the right flank - appendicitis on arrival - the view that fatigue more quickly, creaking knees and left shoulder which marks the arrival of bad weather. It did not say that in two eighty. Then the discussion took the obvious amarcord fold, with the usual string of holiday stories, tales of travel especially, those facts and those facts together with other mutual friends. The stories evolved from year in years, had come to life now and the players were not nearly as we and our friends, we became fictional characters worthy of a film or a novel. The dinner went off smooth, the wine flowed freely and slowly kneaded there mouths. It was so long that you could not see, but - as always - I recognized every single movement. The clasped hands signify sleep and fatigue. I undid the button of his trousers and ingollai the last sip of brandy. Outside the village slumbered. The impact with the cool air was a pleasant one. We lit a few cigarettes each, during the route that would have brought home.
- In some ways we are our choices, right?
We had carefully avoided the subject and somehow thinks he got away, now that I was there at the gate with the key in the lock. I threw it well, with a low voice that seemed to almost tremble - he was feeling the cold or was it? I sent down a mouthful of saliva, the size of a billiard ball. And I said yes.
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