Illustration by Bruno Di Marco
Peaks (turnip) stormy
I bet
Catherine was a long time that was not going to find her friend Ellen in the country, perhaps more than ten years, since he was divorced from her husband. Indeed, perhaps for that reason. He could not bear to be in contact with a happy family again, with children cats and dogs, all surrounded by the harsh, but charming hills of Yorkshire. An old farmhouse on three floors with red windows and a garden that actually looked like a park, an immense expanse of moorland which appears at the window, a barren expanse in which winter on the horizon was mixed with the blue haze of the morning sky ... This is the last card, which still has the intense image in the eyes. But now it was time, he felt strong again and ready to face her friend with her calm and quiet life, from "Little House on the Prairie". The direction given by her husband, because her friend Ellen does not understand where they live, are quite detailed, but in any case prefer to travel by daylight, decides to leave at five in the afternoon. While in the car stuck in traffic and hard liquor mignon reluctant to rethink his life as a divorced single. It is the stove, it would take a man "real" side, who will take a bit 'after her. No more adventures and lots of meaningless sex! He wants to fall in love again ... but who? As a man over forty, handsome, available, rich, intelligent and affectionate is still alone? If there is divorced with children, so he burned with a life full of pain, hatred, duties and responsibilities towards his ex-wife, in practice, a neurotic, hysterical, pedantic and perhaps repressed. If it is single, likely I have a problem of emotional instability, or identity, or is it a crazy loser, or worse, powerless. However, it is finally out of the city and prepares to take the highway. The note on which he pinned the information is poorly written and running, even she understands so well as exits must take the first, second or third? Go to the third, at least if wrong can not go back. After three hours of travel is found abundant in open country but not exact, only a succession of countries with similar names and even a soul. The darkness has fallen a long time and has also started to rain.
- Hello? Who is this? -
- Ellen's me ...
- I Who?
- I'm Catherine! Fool!
- Oh, Catherine ... but where are you? Now it's 9 in the evening, we had reported missing ...
- In fact, they are. I finished my credit and I have the charger in the car
- But now where are you calling?
- From a pay phone ... yes Ellen, n'esistono yet thankfully! But we do not make useless talk, do not have enough pieces, I'm lost.
- Where are you exactly?
- If I knew your name is not it?
- Yeah ... but give me a hint, how else can I help you?
- Hmm ... I see before me a mound with a cross ...
- The cross is blue, with white borders and right side is burned out?
- Exactly ...
- Are you at the entrance of our house!
- Pure ... they put the cross
- What about Catherine?
- Nothing ... I arrive, there are between 2 minutes ....
- Oh, Catherine, attentive to the Dogs ...
- What? ...
Click.
a barking dog, screams and yelps accompany the ringing of the doorbell and Catherine goes to open the door. Catherine appears out of breath, his tongue out, covered in mud and a suitcase.
- you could tell me the fucking dogs ...
- I told you ...
- Mm ... Wow what a beautiful house you have!
- It 's always the same for ten years.
- I do not remember it.
- It 's the same ....
- Okay ... how you say hello Ellen ... you've changed your city!
- I'm still the same for ten years.
- To me it seems more beautiful
- are identical ...
- Ok Ellen, where do I put the luggage?
Catherine looks around and remembers clearly when he was the last time with her husband. Even at that time had lost his fault of course.
Inside the decor is absolutely left to chance, there is neither logical nor intention in the position of furniture and furnishings, but this mess of flavor and color give an impression to the environment somewhat 'bohemian.
- Have you dined Catherine?
- Yes do not worry, a sandwich on the street ... but where are your children and your husband?
- Hareton is gone with a friend to bring the great he'll be out the weekend and the little Frenchman was already in bed.
- What traffic!
- already come across life ... Catherine, left the suitcase in the living room, sleep on the sofa-bed tonight.
- But the guest room?
- It 's become a studio, or at least should be.
- Why should it?
- Why the shit my husband always begins and never ends the whole thing!
- Ah ... ok the living room is fine.
- Feel Catherine Tomorrow I have to get up very early, do you mind if we go to sleep for me that it is too late? Tomorrow we will tell ...
- Ah ... the whole life!
- I've already told you.
- Excuse me Madame, but Hareton?
- Do not worry about him, the way to the bed ...
knows - Okay ... the sofa bed is already made?
- Sure! Mica bad stretch my guests!
- Obvious ...
- Catherine Oh I forgot, the dog always sleeps in the living room on his bed. Attached to the heater.
- Why tied?
- Tonight there is a bad time ... I'll explain tomorrow.
- Ok ... and the cat?
- If you do not mind he turns freely, usually has its corners to sleep ...
- Okay, no problem, I love animals.
- Catherine
Night - Night Ellen.
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