Post by account_disabled on Dec 14, 2023 4:11:12 GMT
After filling my plate, Erardo took the tray and approached his wife. He stood there for a few minutes and I imagined he was feeding her. The darkness of the room and Erardo's own body which covered the view did not allow me to see, but in those cases discretion is a must. Finally Erardo sat down again and helped himself to the roast. “Angelica doesn't eat much,” he said. “But a glass of wine is always good for you, isn't it, dear?” It seemed to me that the woman barely nodded her head, or was it perhaps the flickering of the candle flame that made the shadows in the room sway? I never knew.
A good wine has always been an excellent remedy,” I said, taking the bottle and filling my glass. We toasted to old times and talked for about a couple of hours, then, after our stomachs were full and our Phone Number Data minds were clouded by the wine, Erardo asked me to wait for him in the living room, as he would take Angelica back upstairs to rest. I greeted the woman with a shy goodnight and took my leave. Despite the darkness that reigned in that house I managed to find my way back and reach the living room. I sank into the chair and waited. Again I heard Erardo's footsteps up the stairs, then a door opening and closing shortly after. Finally the voice of my friend speaking to his wife reached me, but I could not hear any words.
A lot of time passed and I dozed off. I don't know how long I slept. Inside the house the darkness seemed even thicker. I pulled the curtains aside and looked outside. It was night. Why was Erardo late? I decided to go upstairs, thinking he needed help, and left the living room. When I reached the stairs I pricked up my ears. Muffled noises reached me far away, as if coming from another world. I climbed a few steps and again I smelled that strange acrid smell, which became more intense on the landing. Then I thought about Angelica's illness. Surely she was taking medicine.
A good wine has always been an excellent remedy,” I said, taking the bottle and filling my glass. We toasted to old times and talked for about a couple of hours, then, after our stomachs were full and our Phone Number Data minds were clouded by the wine, Erardo asked me to wait for him in the living room, as he would take Angelica back upstairs to rest. I greeted the woman with a shy goodnight and took my leave. Despite the darkness that reigned in that house I managed to find my way back and reach the living room. I sank into the chair and waited. Again I heard Erardo's footsteps up the stairs, then a door opening and closing shortly after. Finally the voice of my friend speaking to his wife reached me, but I could not hear any words.
A lot of time passed and I dozed off. I don't know how long I slept. Inside the house the darkness seemed even thicker. I pulled the curtains aside and looked outside. It was night. Why was Erardo late? I decided to go upstairs, thinking he needed help, and left the living room. When I reached the stairs I pricked up my ears. Muffled noises reached me far away, as if coming from another world. I climbed a few steps and again I smelled that strange acrid smell, which became more intense on the landing. Then I thought about Angelica's illness. Surely she was taking medicine.