All In Mid-August

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  Trizia and Marco and the watch brand

  13 August, Saturday morning

  Mark slept badly. Throughout the night he rolled over in bed. In the morning the sheets were wet with sweat. The story of Trizia had upset. In her grief was still so strong for the premature death of his father. It had to be very attached to him. He got up and went into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror feeling the rough chin. He thought of his father. He had the good fortune to live long and died after receiving a lot of care. More than once he would have strangled with his own hands. Gambled and lost. He had ruined his family. She had left many debts.

  With foam on his face, he began to be passed the razor. Life was just weird. He had flushed cheeks and rubbed vigorously in the towel. He remembered the time when she had not appeared such as steel, but as the iron that bends, if the heat of the flame is too strong. He had been tempted to embrace it.

  It was there, in front of the mirror, her mouth wide open looking at the molars, with toothbrush in hand, and the clear perception that his loneliness, was like hers. After Laura, no woman had ever made her feel half. Now, as she combed the grizzled tuft, felt his heart filled with loving words and gestures of kindness for Trizia. He looked one last time and head had the specific intention to make it fun. The appointment was at ten o'clock that morning. He went out of the apartment with the clear intention of being cute.

  She was punctual and after the visit to the early Christian finds, talking while sitting on a bench in the gardens in front of the museum. Trizia knew a lot of the ancient Greek city of Pitecusa. To hear about deaths, Marco did not like it, even if he was referring to the ancient Greeks. Then it was just right in the morning. Quickly, he diverted the conversation on topics that he preferred living nature and geology. He spoke of the green tuff, the symbol of the country and how he was fascinated by the uniqueness of that rock. He spoke instead of how many boats to serve as anchorage for fishing for mullet. They walked the walk along the marina full of shops and restaurants wanted to show him, he was curious to know what effect did it. They arrived in the harbor and sat at a table of pastries, not far from the mass of green tufa. They were waiting for the waiter when ordering. On several occasions, Marco glanced inside the room. The sun was pounding and the burning in my throat grew even to the dust raised by passing cars on the road slowly in columns. During one of those raids visual Marco waved.

  "You saw Ross's" Trizia looked into it, but the crowd did not recognize anyone. "I do not know any Ross" "The instructor, she does water aerobics?" "No, I swim on my own, I do not know" "He was sitting next to her on the plane!" "Ah, it's gym instructor?" "Even if we scrambled, it makes us work so much that you sweat in the water!" "I was not very convinced." "Ross is nice; it is a playful and makes us laugh in class." "Well," Trizia listened and said nothing, at first glance, he was not at all sympathetic, but admitted that it was just a nice guy.

  Meanwhile, peeping into the room and this time she distinguished himself among others. He was leaning over the counter of three quarters. Profile dancer in tight jeans. It was more tanned on the day of the trip, the hair even more beautiful, more curly and shiny. As well as the bore, gathered in a ponytail that fell on his muscular shoulders covered by a thin undershirt. Ross caught his eye and waved pulling a wide smile and clapping his hand to cut the corner of the forehead. Trizia was puzzled, it was waving in that way, and he thought perhaps to be funny? She understood well? With his left hand to shield against the sun's rays that dazzled, looked better on the inside of the bar. Marco looked inside. Meanwhile, a young man watched them for a while ' waiting for the right time to take action. The raised hand of Trizia was the signal, and as it was written in the complaint, "the boy clung to the left arm of Mrs. Stanzani jerking and snatching the watch from your wrist made her fall off the chair causing her light abrasions." It happened in an instant. Marco did not have time to realize that anything you saw before her tumble on his legs and then to the ground.

  Ross instead had it all figured out already and they threw behind the thief fleeing from a group of people screaming and pointing. He kept an eye on the fugitive. "O ' bì there, the beach à cup "(see you there on the beach). Ross was at his heels. At the beach of the marina, the young thief zigzagged, raised sand between the people lying in the sun, he turned to watch their backs. He knew of no escape and headed towards the water. Ross understood the intention. With one last effort, and shouting: "Veni accà thief!" (Come here little thief), he is throwing at him. They both fell on the shore. They fought tangled, surrounded by the public. The precious watch slipped from the hands of petty thief and ended up in the waves of the broken shore. Ross picked meteoric water. He did not know, as reported later, that resisted many meters deep. In any case, the time to collect the jewel sufficed to rogue. When Ross raised his head, he was out of sight among the boats moored in the harbor in the group and can be reached only by sea.

  Everything was done under the eyes of curious tourists, businessmen and ordinary people. Trizia and Mark, from their place saw the port, but not the beach. Thus, among a crowd of people around, she saw him get to Ross, with the precious jewel clutched in his fist and a smile on her face. Still panting, while receiving slaps on bare shoulders and back wet.

  "Ma'am here's your watch!" It was in the part of superhero. He cleaned sand passing over the precious sapphire glass hem of her tank top revealing gesture in the abdomen muscular. He took her hand. He poked him on the wrist. It all happened suddenly. Trizia was still stunned, frightened and confused. He let slip the clock and did not react. She was grateful to him. His cold hand in fright, to contact her for running hot and the heat, she received a long and penetrating shock that went through it all.

  She looked at him and saw himself caressed by two large dark eyes and laughing. Beautiful, as are those of young people not yet touched by the ugliness and pain of life. He slipped away in a moment. Ross had already disappeared. They had called to offer him a drink at the bar. Marco was still stunned. He felt a little ' humiliated for not having done nothing more than hold her. The crowd dispersed. Trizia did not show what was dazed.