ripartisse Before our mother, we went and stayed with the pupil Gaetano - now with family - owner of a factory and lime - very close - a nice and large farmhouse and a large cohort.
GAETANO had returned from the second war without an arm - and in the hospital - where he had been treated and placed in rehabilitation - the nurse had known what would become his wife
When they had laid off, when they saw the mother, had told :
"if I cry, I'll kill myself"
Now he was to manage his own company, drove the car - without a auxiliary controls As Mickey also made use of vans and tractors.
It was in the middle of summer in the plains and the Brenta was very hot but he
- dry, sunburned and his face glistening with sweat - he always wore a jacket and - on one side - the empty sleeve disappeared into the pocket
spoke, turning to his old teacher, bending a little 'head and deep voice hoarse but smoke.
lit one cigarette after another, which triggered a huge fire with lighter fuel and a wick, made by hand by a bullet of the gun.
For the smoke, he apologized often with the teacher who urged him to quit.
had healthy children and loving and a sister - younger and very beautiful.
's wife - of Teutonic efficiency - it was clear - from the bunch of keys at his belt - which had long taken the direction of the old house to his mother - a lady with white hair, gathered behind the neck - in the stately ' mood and manner - and that voice - discreet - it is recommended that the easement continues to provide himself with care guests.
The daughter could not bear even this with great depth and Gaetano, blunted the embarrassment whisper, "It takes patience ... it takes patience ...."
After lunch, we were - and we Gaetano - sitting in the dooryard
He lit another cigarette repeating the gesture of raising one shoulder and a hand sliding along the empty sleeve. Without any preamble
- began to tell.
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