[I jotted down after reading this story and commented Scacco. [...] The two should be read in sequence ...]
- Hello.
- Hello.
- What's your name? Jimmy got up
gaze from the paper and glanced for a moment the lady who was standing in front.
- Jimmy. And you? Joanne
placed two small suitcases, two windows to gaze across the street.
- Joanne.
- you came or you're leaving?
- Arrival ...
Jimmy returned to his precious design. His feet dangled off the chair. Was not sitting at the tables around anyone. It was still early because the bar is filled with businessmen and career women to return from office.
Joanne looked for a moment the child who sat in front.
- You look like ...
- Look not every child with her hair and round glasses blacks must necessarily look like Harry Potter.
- ...
Jimmy looked up from the paper.
- Sorry.
He put the pencil gray. His lady seemed a bit 'worried a bit' sad.
- What do you do in life?
- I am a literary critic.
- A what?
Joanne made a little grimace. It was almost sorry that he had run.
- I read books. And then I write in the newspapers if they are good or not.
- Ah. I also started reading books at school, you know? What do you recommend?
- In what sense?
Joanne was distracted by two windows.
- Do you have a good story that I read?
- ... I do not know.
- But, and newspapers? Do not write which books are good and which bad ones?
Joanne decided to listen to his host. Basically, it was sitting for a bit distracted '.
- Yes, ...
- n'hai And we did not make me a good read?
- I do not know. How old are you?
Great, thought Jimmy, you always ask how old you are, as if it were the most important thing in the world.
- Six and a half. Almost seven.
Jimmy began to giggle.
- What's so funny?
- No, nothing ... seemed very serious before.
expression Joanne relaxed and nodded a shy smile.
Jimmy pointed to the home store across the street.
- Bruna ... sorry but my aunt called me.
A lady in an apron was making a sign to enter.
- I gotta go.
He took his glass of milk and finished it all in one gulp.
- Wait, wait ...
Jimmy stood balanced on the chair.
- who is he?
For some strange reason, the man in a gray suit designed to resemble a piece of Jimmy Michael.
- His name is Robert. It 'an important person, you know? Almost like you. He does not write the papers. But he's a schemer.
Jimmy said solemnly. That word filled his mouth. He had just learned. He put his foot down and went to Joanne with the design in hand.
- It 's your friend?
- Every so often comes from Aunt Brown to buy something.
Joanne stopped to watch the drawing. It was fun. He thought of Michael.
- but he lacks the mouth ...
- I know. And 'I'm not sure if it is serious when she smiles or fake. Zia said that Brown has yet to decide whether to be happy or not. A bit 'like you when you get here.
- ...
- And then I wait before putting the mouth. Look to see if it is serious or have to pretend.
- For real or fake ... what?
- A smile.
Jimmy looked puzzled her without Robert-mouth.
- Do you think he is happy?
Joanne shrugged. Now he was ready.
- Anyway, to me is nice. In the end I can make people laugh too.
Jimmy was already looking to the right and left before crossing the street. He turned for a moment.
- Hello Joanne.
- Hello Jimmy. And thanks ...
He did not hear. She watched him run and pass under the gate in the middle of the home front.
took the suitcases and found that the pencil drawing and had remained there. The gate was now closed.
Eventually it was time.
drew a smile to Robert and walked toward the house. Michael, and her daughters, Martha and Nina, were waiting for more than three years.
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