Ebook The end of the year

Wearing cap and mantle, with a briefcase in hand, Alberta leaned out my bedroom’s door and said: - Do you want I stay? If you don’t feel good I don’t leave.I noticed her pushy breasts, that the broad fur shawl could not soften, the breast of the grown woman that is there without a reason, without justification, and on the fat and olive face the lively, miraculously still young eyes, charming and a bit 'ironic, eyes of an eighteen, at the time of the Sacred Heart.Absolutely not - I replied - you've sacrificed yourselves too much. My illness is a pin point. Go, go and don’t be worried. We hugged. On the threshold she turned, paused a little more to look at me shaking her little gray- gloved hand...