had come together a little 'game, the decision of having had a bit surprised' both, but as many had gathered to drink in a local center of chic, elegant and with gay waiters, drinks Dear asserpentati and a sense of order that is ill-suited to a place where people go to get drunk before dinner.
While Frank, who had just finished assisting a lesson in the course of investigation and standard techniques of persuasion, he was draining the second gin and tonic, alternating sips of sparkling water, you, happy and sure I wanted to make a good impression he spoke of the usual things that are said to know, just enough to not be considered strangers.
When did you know that I would have been?
I just figured we met.
Well Frank managed to be taken home and after a soft basin (well, to convince her to pick him up had given him to do in front of the house)
ended up rolling on the bed in her parents', but what happened to bed should not be of interest to you.
What could Frank will remark, and in some way to make him interesting to consider the above tipina (which are chronic in honor of it was not even stupid) was that with his very great surprise, just entered the house (and before it began to roll in bed) is found drowned from heavy furniture, the walls were filled with stuff hanging, wood, ornaments hanging from everywhere, dust. No, actually there was dust and the house was very clean, but all that heaviness and dark wood, all those photos hanging on the wall without breath smelled of old, smelled like a middle-class apartment (the apartment was actually very small, much smaller than it had requested quell'arredamento) between XX and XXI century seemed to enter the house of one of those petty and inept characters of those famous writers, it amused him and grinned smugly.
was when he entered the kitchen that everything was clear and logical, on display, and rigidly arranged calculatedly entrant to the eye, stood on the corner of a shelf (among myriad other paccottaglie) four bottles bad wine with the large face of Muxolini label. You
faxisti at home?
My mom.
Frank, despite the work that was started to do, was never considered a faxista and the worship of those who had retired Muxolini a fool, only later, thanks to the intensive use of alcohol, psychedelic drugs opiates and would develop the natural aversion to any form of power (made up or not) and that the authorities would put you ahead, but equally unable to explain why, that shit faxista began to affect him only after he had discovered the terrible essence .
