flowers ever! When Mine is a large family, a lot of relatives, aunts and cousins \u200b\u200bgalore. For this reason, in principle, I try to avoid family gatherings, the source of disagreements and discussions. But I can not even too many times in a row or you will become hopelessly the same, and to be the black sheep in a family of wolves in sheep's clothing, there is a great pleasure.
So today, Sunday, I dined with my grandmother, mater familias in office, after my grandfather is gone. There are all but Rino, my mother's brother, the one that I saw with pleasure. It is probably busy with a "customer", which I guess tall, blond and very bored. In his stead, however, is his wife, Rebecca, who does nothing but sing the praises of his blather and proud of his dedication to work. I look at it with a vague sense of pity. My uncle told me that when they make love she pulls up her nightgown and wait until the belly with your eyes closed, was not even a sacrificial victim. He says it's like fucking a raw steak, poor thing.
topic is the feast of June 2 that a relative of ours bought his mother's side, and the prefect by ***, organizes every year in his megacasa mass calling friends and family treats, big soirée and fireworks. I am five years that escape me, but I suspect that this time I want to engage.
all started because of my grandmother, seventy, a seamstress and vain life like few in the world. There is talk of clothes to wear to the party, we need to find one for each, dropped the world.
This is exactly the typical problem that can bind the women of a family for weeks, if then it's my take on the nuances of the case disturbing characteristics. She began, "I can not come this year," he announces. "How" Mary is shocked, the eldest, unmarried and very happy to go at least once a year at a party as God, including waiters. Last year my brother told me that was ambushed by two of them simultaneously. Never give up to go, "You must come," he says, "All we have to go," he insists almost shriek, possessed. Grandmother to blurt that whines, wants to be prayed, "But I have nothing to wear," he says.
At times I die, my chicken goes wrong, I cough and my mother looks at grim, "Stop eating with your hands," he says, and then turned to his mother, "but do not make me laugh, that thou hast Home if it falls to pieces. "
My brother grins while attacking headphones to tv to follow the Grand Prix without hearing our conversation.
"You can get the blue silk, you feel so good," intrudes Anna, my cousin, with that hateful voice to trumpet that can be found.
"And the shoes? I can not stand heels, my legs hurt, "she says.
"Not going there on foot at the party" I am speaking stove, but I make a mistake, I see that now. She took advantage em'inchioda and Eleanor who goes? "Subtle question addressed to my mother. Marry me with the son of the prefect, even if we are kindred means, is its unspeakable desire since I was little.
"I can not ..." I try to say. "Do not start" makes her saddened that there are years come, will remain bad, "a devotion to the" prefettissimo "verging on faith," it is so recommended, "he adds. Then she remembers the dress that I did last year, never used, "the one with the flowers that you had to put on and then you did not come, put that," wants to make me feel guilty. I watch with horror that my mother is hoping to help me, "For Eleanor flowers have never liked ..." says my mother.
"What?, And the dress that I made the alt'anno?" grandmother insists.
"He gave me" the stupid acts of Anna, just to make me look bad.
"And you're a bit 'quiet' I blurt.
"What flowers? Please, Eleanor? ... flowers ever! "he insisted my mother, as if it were a great credit not love plants.
The reason for not dying to go to the party of the prefect, reason known only to me, of course, the prefect himself.
When I was a kid, and he was a man early in his career, in summer we spent a lot of time together in houses adjacent to the sea where the family gathered for holidays. One prominent aspect of architectural havoc.
He was not prefect, had just married the daughter of one of the seven sisters of my grandmother ever gave me for my gold pendants and necklaces made me a lot of compliments. I adored him, arrived with machine exaggerated and I enjoyed a wash for him. In return I made her ride a few yards in the driveway and I scarrozza blessed throughout the country.
The last time we met was just five years ago, for the party on June 2. Were almost all gone but I stayed because I was Elena, his daughter, he wanted me to stay there to sleep. We were in a lounge on the top floor and we were chatting. She was in love with her riding instructor and wanted to ask advice on strategies to approach the muffled music coming from the salon and I was smoking a cigarette on the sly. At one point, he staggered, he muttered "finally affancu ..." then he noticed us, "you speak of girls" he asked.
"Never mind he's drunk," said Elena not heard.
"Seduction" I said instead, sincere. He looked at us, loosened his tie and took off his jacket, threw it on the couch beside him, the next time someone 's would have taken away, poured himself a glass of Port in giant sat on a chair in front of us . How much cool I thought.
remained silent. It was quietly sipping his drink, thinking presumably the rights and duties of a man of his position, and while we watched. "How was pope," asked Elena trying to change the subject.
"Well well," he said making a gesture with his hand as if to remove a persistent fly. "Who want to seduce?" He asked curiously.
"Oh no," said Helen, "We talked about how to seduce a man" I said I, "we need the views of an expert" I added maliciously. My childhood memories have made me a rather confidential. He laughed, amused
"A man does not know," he said, "but I can tell you how I conquered women. "
"Women do not win," said Elena "It looks like you're talking about a piece of land."
"You win, all right," he replies, "and in my modest opinion ..." he began gravely, concentrated, stopping mid-sentence, as did a lot of effort, to say what he would say "... the women seduce with his eyes, "he concluded, slowing the pace of words. Then he looked at me and smiled.
seemed calm and relaxed, we curled up in front of the fireplace, sitting at his feet, ready to absorb a lesson in life.
"When I'm attracted to a woman first studied it, "he continued with a didactic tone, and looked at me carefully," I observe his movements, his attitude towards me, I try to understand if I prefer to others. " Elena
sleepy head rested on my legs, I tinker nervous pack of cigarettes. Her voice had always had a strange effect, was the voice of a politician, made for convincing. Continue to provide alcoholic male with innate wisdom, confidence, "If I see that is nervous, unable to sit still ... it means that it is excited. Embarrassed. Sometimes they are the same. A good sign, "he continued slowly, as if the syllables unstuck the language one by one.
I left immediately lose the cigarette package and began to torture me a lock of hair, without realizing. Elena looked almost asleep. He smiled. With that damn smile. "Continue" said Elena half asleep.
"If you understand that I am studying then it is also smart and intelligent woman is always better than a fool."
"Yet some men are behind ..." I muttered. He looks at me thoughtfully, as if he saw me for the first time, "I prefer the smart," he says.
My body temperature was increased to varying degrees, his cheeks burning, my legs feeling soft and heat in her belly grew every minute more.
"And then?" I said with a whisper, only to hear him speak a little '.
"Then I want a chance to be near her, possibly alone, and always looking at her, without ever escape the eye, tell her how beautiful she is, because every woman is in some way, even those that apparently did not appear. I tell her that I like, I want to kiss her .... "
I stayed there with her daughter's head on my knees will I cherish the sound of his voice, while harmless to think about the pampering that I was a child. He felt that Lisa fell noisily into the room, his wife, my aunt second degree, which could withstand the stress of role only helped by an endless series of drugs. If you do not give me a kiss with his tongue now die by the desire for ever, I thought.
He jumped up and said "Now I go to bed."
"Already?" I said that I would have stayed to listen to him all night.
"Yes," he said looking at me "Before it's too late. And do not be late even you Eleanor, otherwise you get up tomorrow in time to go. "
"The boss is you," I said with a whisper. It was the answer I gave him a child, when he told me to do something that I did not, you're the boss. Elena and I moved
bofocchiò "We are no longer girls of pa '".
"I noticed," he said leaving.
That was the last time. The next day my mother came to get me before lunch, and he did not live all morning.
the feast day the phone starts ringing soon, Grandma first, to see who was going to take it, then that Anna wanted to come in the car with us, then Mary to talk with my mother. In the early afternoon pulled the plug exasperated.
"But we have yet to decide who goes to fetch her grandmother, I hear Rino, wretch that he is detached, I figured if Rebecca is alone," my mother's screams soon as you remember.
I have a secret number that no one except a few lucky, you know, "I call it" say "is quiet."
"I'm going through what little desire I had" my brother tells us from his room.
"But you all! It 's a celebration, not a funeral march, "she yells from the bathroom," please guys ... "more serious conversations with the tone of" do not do as usual. Marco, do not present with the sneakers, and you, Eleanor, put a nice dress, please, black, blue, colorful ... and not those things do not make late as usual "is recommended before exiting. Despite the scripted
I dressed carefully, while we're dancing ... take out the dress graduation, a little black dress clinging to the ground along with a neckline that leaves me behind discoveries dimples on your ass, that I'm fierce. I put nail polish on toenails and high-heeled sandals, then I make the battle.
"How am I?" Finally, I ask my brother.
"You look like a whore," he says.
"Dear ..." comment "Are you ready? Shall we go? ".
Way ... ", he says, rising air of a martyr" to the lions. "
Of course we are late and we still have to pick up Anna. She is sleeping dressed up under the door, waiting for us by a good half hour. Throughout the journey continues to repeat at regular intervals "Ely move, it is very late ... but you see that traffic, they take hours."
"The dive is overdue" sfotte my brother, then worries, "will end around the buffet, I come here just for that."
"You're disgusting" is Anna.
"And you a hysterical," he says.
begin to quarrel and trill Hysterical-pig, goose-shut up, empty-ass.
"ENOUGH! been a little 'good, and what the fuck! "I say nervously' A bit of respect, I'm driving, I am going to meet the wet dream of my childhood, "I say. They look at me strange but finally are silent.
arrive at the villa, soak the car in the driveway, caught between dozens already parked, forgive my sandals that I took to guide me and vomit out of the car.
"WAU" says Anna watching the garden lit by hundreds of colored lanterns, full of people chattering.
"Cute" I concede.
The hostess, our aunt, with a dress impractical and full of gems such as the Madonna di Piedigrotta, is the door to welcome guests.
"Welcome, welcome!" Exclaims when he sees us.
"Hello Rosalba" I greet you as natural possible, "how are you?".
"Fine, fine!" She says totally over the top.
"You are very elegant," says "elegant. Come in, come. "
We hold the laughter, Rosalba doubles always the words, and it invariably makes us scompisciare laughing.
"Drunk drunk ..." my brother whispers in your ear.
"We too! us too! "the urge coming.
We take off among the people, Anna finds just a couple of people she knows and goes to greet, which I never do. Marco sling on the buffet, "Bring me something" I say back. I swore to myself that for no reason at all I would turn to the crowd at the table covered with trays and plates and bowls overflowing with food.
My grandmother saw me, "What a beautiful granddaughter," he says proudly.
"My feet hurt," I reply, "'sti heels evil."
"I understand, I understand" is that she has the same family habit of repeating itself, "but who wants to look beautiful ..." begins with wisdom.
"Yes, yes I know my grandmother," the interrupt, and ask where Rebecca Rino. I need an ally. "And who knows," she says already drunk, is a fatalistic gesture with his hand, "will be around ..."
I go out looking for him sway slightly on her heels, "not sculettare this way," my brother tells me when the next step. The drive out his tongue and head to the pool. A trucker's whistle stops me, "Rino" said relieved.
"Schsss" he says with his finger on the mouth "or else I found Rebecca."
"Why are you still together?" I ask myself. I always do.
"Do you really think would be happier if you let it?" I usually bounce him, at which point I can no longer argue that.
This time, instead of saying "I do not do the sermon, at least you," he teases, "How many men have defected? he asks, and then "... I've already seen?". He knows.
shake my head, "I have just arrived," I say. Rino takes me by the shoulders, I turn 180 degrees and shows a man with his chin.
other side of the pool, the center of a group of six or seven people, he is very elegant as always.
Our eyes meet, he acknowledged, "As you grow," said closer to me. God how old, I think. She has graying hair and eyes, wide with surprise, are marked by deep shadows, it seems even lower than I remembered, but perhaps they are heels. While going to tell me something another group of people will stop.
I returned to Rino turn around and say "I'm cold, we return?".
"Whatever you say Mademoiselle," he says handing me the theatrical arm.
the corner I see that the eye is looking at me, I do not take my eyes off him until they are inside.
"impression?" Asks Rino.
"Disappointing" I lapidary.
"What!" He says "does not bear good old chicken soup?".
"And from co '' sti proverbs!" I snort, "even before, Grandma ..."
"The merits of a family are the faults of another," he says sardonically. Arm in arm we
approached the others that, as always, in principle, they were dispersed in different directions, but only half the evening is already irretrievably compacted around the grandmother sitting in a chair. They have literally taken a huge part of the hall, making it instantly more noisy.
"Have you seen the dress Scarlett?" Anna asks me, are just out of earshot.
"Scarlett? Who is it? "I say absently.
"Finished confabulation with my husband?" Rebecca attacking me preventing me to figure out who the hell is Scarlett.
"We were talking about me, do not worry" I say conciliatory, trying to reach my brother who strafoca on a plate overflowing.
"Why do not you dance with the prefect's son?" Leads me grandmother, trying to beat all other entries.
"Also the usual speeches!" Intrudes annoyed by my mother's grandmother premeditation.
"So dance with who I say" I say looking around "I am the boss now." My mother looks at me without understanding my brother shrugs, I scan the room looking for the next distraction can make me go fast in the evening.
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