It was a rainy Saturday night when M and G came home. We hadn’t been together for many weeks. Nick, my son and i were at home. When they arrived i was preparing the bath for Timmy. I had been out all the afternoon, so i had willing to play with my little boy for a while.
M and G were pretty familiar friends. I knew them and they knew me. M was one of my best friends. We had been friends since we were kids. A lot of things had happened in our lives, good things and bad things. We had helped each other many times. We had a full-blown relationship. We accepted the whole differences between us, pretending not to shift each other. When we had some troubles we used to talk about it in a serious and sincere tone. G, her husband, liked pinching other people. In some sense he was this kind of people who enjoy saying what they want to, looking for every pinpoint on the other person, and taking him in without taking care of anything. Sometimes i had felt i couldn’t put up with his style anymore. But, he was my best friend’s husband and i loved her. So i always had tried to overlay his attitude.
When i finished with my son’s bath i came over them. They were looking for some place to buy our dinner. They began to phone to different places but, unfortunately nowhere was giving away meals that night, except such places where you could find just pizza. But nobody felt like eating pizza that night. And we didn’t have any meal at home. So, somebody had to go away to get anything to eat.
No matter, i’ m going to take the car and to bring the dinner. G, do you want to come with me? Nick was a great host for that time. He could do this kind of little sacrifices without any complaint. Perhaps he didn’t feel it like one. I did. I saw the whole of his offer like a sacrifice in some sense.
No, i prefer to stay here. Are you going to go alone? It’s raining…Don’t you prefer to change the plans? I asked. Ok, i will do it.
The three of us sat on the sofa while my son was playing with his trains. Somebody had brought some cans of beer which we were beginning to drink.
A few minutes later Nick’s voice was on the phone. Of course, there was no place open. It was too late. The storm had left part of the town with no electricity and a lot of streets under water. A huge rainy night. No doubts, we had to change plans. I told them that. Then, suddenly, M said to me: what’s going on? what’s the matter with you?, what a fucking face you have on! Yes, what a fucking face! G assured. Are you sure? I didn’t realize it. Trust me, i hadn’t realized it.. Absolutely, both replied at the same time.
Oh, let me see. Perhaps you are right.
After some minutes i broke the silence: maybe you are right…Do you want to know about the reason of my fucking face? Well, if you want to, i will tell you. And, letting a sigh out…: I had preferred someone had gone out with Nick. That’s all.
A deep silence broke in among us. We had stopped talking. Even Timmy kept playing without any word. He had put his little wooden train away. He loved trains. He could spend a lot of time playing with them. Many times he went to the train station and he could keep on there, standing in front of the railroads, waiting for different trains to show up. That night he had stopped playing with them. Every engine was laying on different places on the floor. He had taken his paintings and a white page where he was beginning a drawing. In another situation, if he had kept in silence, i would have thought he was up to something. That was not the case.
Don’t worry, M. It’s not our fault. It’s not our trouble. She has to deal with it, it’s her trouble. Don’t care about it. Just forget it! G assured. G was always assuring everything. Since i met him, eight years ago, i had never heard a little doubt coming from him. Even more, he was an “intellectual” man, or should i say he liked to look like one. So he loved reasons more than feelings, ideas more than material things, data more than experience. He used to show himself like a reasonable man despite his unreasonable manners. Until that moment i had accepted many things, but he was crossing the narrow line. I couldn’t allow it. I didn’t want to allow it.
What are you talking about? Do you mean it’s my trouble? Why did you ask me what’s going on? If you asked me, now it is also your stuff. And you M, why do you keep in silence? Don’t you have anything to do with it? I asked staring at her. M, the journalist was keeping in silence. She was this kind of women who knew how to make questions. Even more she enjoyed talking with different people, trying to understand them, knowing them. She was a professional, even in her social life. She liked thinking different matters and making comments about everything. She used to take her time before talking. Maybe because of that she was so intelligent and sensitive.
I don’t know…I wanted to have a good time, and now we are arguing…should i say, you are arguing, both of you are so similar…I don’t know.
Did she really believe in that comparison? Was she talking seriously? Whatever, we were getting in a slab and heavy way. We could fall in a pit despite we didn’t want to. Things had turned dark. Maybe because of that she was comparing two complete different persons. In such kind of darkness she didn’t look at me anymore.
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