After a long time yesterday I saw my friend Mark. It was so long that you could not see for several reasons, but none has ever disturbed our friendship. For the occasion, Mark invited me to dinner at his house. "I recommend to 20.30 correct" has said.
fussiness and knowing that Mark has the high sense of punctuality, I come home half an hour early. I am open to Laura, his wife, with lightly floured hands shaking down. He invited me to come: a quick chat and disappears into the kitchen.
remain alone in a room waiting for Mark's return from the bakery where he went to buy some sweets.
A stack of new books, school books, occupying a corner of the desk study. Are the books of the third year of high school Piero, the son of my friend.
takes one, in English, to kill time.
After a few pages is clear to me now the truth. While all of humanity has always set the questions "Who are we? Where we come from? Where do we go?" the British stubbornly locked in their island, have always wondered, ever since I attended the same high school I mean, and continue to ask "Where is the pen?" this question and lines of thought are always two and only two "The pen is on the table. The pen in under the table."
still eagerly flip through the book where the protagonist Henry studied with Betty, played cricket with Paul that I thought was the most boring game on the planet, and finally asks her friend Lisa (pronounced Laisa) if the cup which had entered the lizard was his or that of Paul.
Rimando astonished and dismayed, but, fortunately, Marco breaks into the room and greets me, smiling and embracing perquotendomi strong shoulder.
Laura invites us to sit at the table. It 's all ready.
I am suspicious the inside of my glass. I would like to ask Laura if she saw some lizard but I will not spoil the evening and break a traditional friendship.
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