by: "The curve of the angle" by Maria Rosaria Ribolla (unpublished novel. Courtesy of the author).
"Put a poodle rings rings, a small Riace niro niro, Eracles Mabuse a miniature that has taken a bath nell'allume. Put a playful destiny that decided to put the trinket on the journey of a divorced wife and in need of escort for a night out, just not to be kidnapped by some as a gateway drug. This small gem of perfection, which specializes in women separate, well-trained in all neuroses, Angela had known to a show one night that he did not want to talk, and she sat on a step.
"You live in Naples?"
"Yes."
"Blessed are you, you know where I live?", And made the name of a village in the hinterland.
"You live in that way?"
She told him.
"You make me feel very inferior."
"To me it seems a bit 'funny'.
"Once we lived in town, we had a house in the center," he sighed, "I still dream every night. In the same way we had a sporting goods store and we would fare well. Then one fateful day my brother decided to take to bed the girl who lived in the building opposite, and then began our tragedy because we lost peace. The girl's mother, you know how these mothers are Neapolitan, came to us under the noise gate and into the warehouse, by turning the entire neighborhood. Screams, scenes and beatings, there were complaints and denunciations. Dad, depressed, afraid she would also quit. He was a heart attack, in short, hell, we could not work any more. And we were forced to liquidate the house and shop and move to a rustic country house. "
" And all this for having sex with your brother? "
" Exactly. "Errebi (robbabbona) had long looked at his feet first to leave.
At the time Angela was so down that he, Errebi was just a little man, who arrived at the right time, because presented the many, many ex-ex, people who had finished with something, waiting for a success in a panariello that sooner or later would be dropped from the sky. And being an ex-ex too, immediately tried to match, but it was difficult.
And when they complained to him:
In your opinion, why have it with me? It seems that every night should end in a fight. "
"We have with you because you are un'abusiva," explained the trinket and still you have to endure, because otherwise remain alone. " And the meticulously watched his feet. Those
its straletti the battutelle bad as hitting the pins, making it often feel like a wretch. But there were nights when he knew Errebi make her laugh to tears, with his bad humor and intelligent.
Errebi dreams of women very high, with shoes number forty, socially established, that the rapiscano in the palm of a hand to bring it on up to those heights and the size prevents him from reaching.
When Angela had confessed her fear of being blown up to the smell of gasoline in the car.
John was missing more than ever, because he had always solved all the problems of maintenance. And one morning when the sink faucet no longer blocks the water, she had felt the world falling apart.
Okay, transfinite numbers of Cantor, Goedel's theorem, the relativity of Einstein, of the Ulysse Joyce and the Tao-teh-ching, a form of money but she did not know to fill, and one day had been appalled at the post office, with all that line of people behind who brought her quickly.
"Errebi, I want to help?"
Down in the garage had thrown upside down straps, flaps and caps, and then, one that closes the tank to wash the windows, "but because he had unscrewed that idiot?, Had gotten out of hand going to hide in a damn slot and unattainable, an event not foreseen by the designers of the car.
And then she had turned like a wild animal which had been given a hammer blow on the tail, because John did not it would ever get out of hand, the cap, and this species of dwarf is a moron, an idiot, and now how it works?
"Let's try that of Coca Cola."
s'avvitava But obviously not, nor is that of cleansing milk, or around the hole they stuck the tape.
"You're a beast, an incompetent. And now you do not go, I do not leave until they have remedied."
"We can not become a stopper." And realizing what he had said, his hand slipped off the hood and began to stare scocciatissimo.
"There you go, you understand?" I want my cap! "
"And if that makes driving without a cap?"
"As it does, how dare you?" I want my cap, you understand? "Now I go out and buy it again."
"But on Saturday afternoon's Auto Components are closed.
"I do not care. I want my cap. "
Petrol, mechanics, tire shops, all looked amazed that viper that Ercolino scrambled for a cap.
" Now we turn the whole city until they find him, you understand? And you do not leave me in trouble, it is clear? Because I do not want to be uncapped.
Errebi But then going up to a cart, had bought all the flowers and put them in the machine blurted
"enough for this crap cap?" And she
, hysterical, down to sob and beg him to forgive, to forgive a friend, he said, knowing that he would, yes, forgiven, but only until the next poison dart. And 'I'm tirammolla of life is just energy that we download to anyone who happens upon below, must all be hysterical women separated, was not a specialist, he, in dopodrammi family?, And maybe she would also have needed to make love but we could do if he could not find a plug right? was still hooked to Giovammi all, the damned, though not certain, could be considered a top athlete's sex, but she still believed that there was a feeling, and he still loved her, that fucking crazy, but how do I love a man who despises?
"Listen," said the toy that had regained self-confidence and had started driving the car "you could tell me what number of shoes ports? "
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