"but where the hell are you?" The 'curse was more like a hiss of a rattlesnake that interjection of real apprehension. Antonio Perelli squeezed between her lips, the filter of his Chesterfield, as the smoke mingled with the moisture growing in large and transient white scrolls. He was standing at 'entrance to the fair in the country, wrapped in a huge padded jacket that only partially hid the' peculiar habit he had under it. Antonio fact wore a robe of fine linen brown, his costume in the local representation of the living present of which was held in a few minutes in which he was one of the main characters: the local tourist board had received the 'honor, and 's burden, to impersonate St. Joseph, under the "merits took place in the local community" (ie the' business through which food and wine delight the palate of way for the decadent joy of the city's economy). Anthony was also unable to convince the organizers that no one better than his wife Valeria and their small Alessio, Sprig of just 6 months, they could complete the holy family in the respective roles of Madonna and Holy Child. Valeria had not seemed particularly enthusiastic about the proposal, but ultimately failed to see proactive in anything: no one was surprised, therefore, a reaction which could probably be linked to issues of an unplanned pregnancy. Nevertheless, she was just to help you choose the fabrics for making clothes, and was profuse with commitment in finding a competent seamstress. It was precisely that ability to engage in the round of things, even those not involved in the first person, che la rendeva agli occhi di Antonio una persona speciale, come anche i suoi silenzi e le sue risposte sibilline che spesso lo mandavano in bestia. Ma c'era un atteggiamento che più di tutti, irritava Antonio: la tendenza endemica di sua moglie al ritardo negli appuntamenti, quando lui invece giungeva addirittura con mezz' ora di anticipo. Questa volta, però, Valeria era riuscita a guadagnare un notevole primato nella storia dei loro appuntamenti: un' ora di ritardo, e la rappresentazione stava per cominciare. Antonio incominciò a battere i piedi, scrutando la strada brulicante di festanti paesanotti che si accingevano ad inebriarsi dei fumi dello zucchero filato e fors' anche di quelli dell' alcool nella fiera che si stagliava alle sue spalle: no trace of his wife and his son. Yet it was near their house less than two miles away. He tried again to call on the phone, but was informed by the mellifluous voice of 'worker that the' user could not be reached. He cursed through clenched teeth, and dialed the house: the 'unit rang empty. He decided to run to verify that everything was in place, caught in a 'sudden sense of fear mixed with a little anger decisively Christmas. He made his way through the crowd, while the fluttering robe as a kind of skirt to expose the calves allowing lashes of wind chill of scratching those legs so little accustomed to be exposed to the elements. Antonio ran and ...
