Lost sleep

CHAPTER III

  START DISAPPEARANCES: CIGARS!

  Trovaperdi sleep was short and he would awake, remembering that he had left home a paper with some notes on the practice of Luiss and Mike had prepared for Santino.

  This forgetfulness had thrown back into a state of nervous agitation.

  - The matter is too important, I can not lose it because of lazy! - He kept repeating, as if to find a scapegoat for his problems.

  - Now I'll make a run at home, otherwise it will be any excuse for that damn good! -.

  As if that was not enough at that moment the telephone rang on her desk and Santino, before passing the phone call, he warned his boss that he was Luiss who sought urgently.

  Trovaperdi began to hate, as well as his collaborator, the word "urgent" everything that was connected to it.

  - Ready! - And said other end: - Doctor good morning, are Luiss, I called this afternoon to announce that, later on I will be in the studio ..

  Trovaperdi by controlling the agitation - Well, well - he said - so we give the finishing touches to the practice -.

  - Oh yeah, the last finishing touches and I urge that called for "a blast and a laugh of satisfaction for the unexpected rapidity -.

  - Doctor, she is really the best on the square. I never expected so quickly. I will with pleasure your name to friends -.

  Trovaperdi between pleased and worried - Imagine! My duty. You'll see me in the late afternoon. The greeting Luiss -.

  - In the latest Doctor! -.

  The agitation was, by now, so climb Trovaperdi could not fail to smoke another cigar before returning home, but although it was left to the desperate search of his cigars, they were gone again.

  While rummaging in vain in the documents on his desk, suddenly flashed to mind the image of Santino who looked through the window when he found the cigars.

  - Li has taken him, damn - he thought - his greedy eyes could not hide his desire for my cigars! - And muttered these words while throwing a dirty look to Santino that, in the distance, was leaning on his desk, took in reading the many documents that had been saddled.

  Having seen everywhere in his room, Trovaperdi, angry opened the door screaming, "Who took my cigars."

  The study team looked startled and frightened their leader, unable to say anything.

  Trovaperdi, then, with a firm step went to Santino that he had looked up from his desk to see what was going on, and exclaimed, "you entered my room, did you see that ... I smoked." The phrase stopped there because, having no tangible evidence, Trovaperdi expected a confession of her late collaborator.

  - But doctor said Santino - I entered it, when I first presented the documents and then ask for the sheet of notes that I had talked the other day, but selling ... that was resting. "

  Trovaperdi, focusing almost as if Santino was going to confess his wrongdoing: - Seeing that I was resting, did you do? -.

  - None. I walked away, waiting to awaken -.

  Enraged shouted, "You have not done or taken anything then? But I've seen smoke before, through the window. You've turned and I saw you. "

  - Yes, yes, doctor! I turned around when she called out but honestly I have not noticed the cigars -.

  - What! - Said, amazed and blown away by the response of his collaborator. - And you? You have not seen anything even you? - He said, turning to his other collaborators alike shaking their heads, still afraid to attend the scene.

  Trovaperdi, realizing it had no evidence or proof of claim against Santino, changed the subject by saying: - Yes ... Those notes ... I was going to take them home so that we can not furnish excuses for not completing work on time -.

  The sentence was only formally impersonal reference to Santino, in fact, was well clear.

  Having uttered this phrase, as if to finish the speech before, he returned to his room to get his two keys to the house and car, and once in the back room of the employees said - I'll be back. You continue to work! -. In pronouncing these words his eyes fell on Santino, before leaving the studio.

  During the trip that he Trovaperdi drive back home still think about the cigars.

  - How is it that I have seen smoke! The window of my room is huge. "He said and then say to himself:" I can well understand the lie that damn thief, but the others because I have lied. ... They want to cover their colleague? ... Maybe he is to turn them against plagiarizing. But the system as soon as I can! -.

  Trovaperdi, among the many thoughts that mix for the mind, he was astonished that they are already before the door of the house. The only problem was the place for his Maserati at that hour of the morning, in the center, it was impossible to find.

  To see the tram go beyond it, she thought: "I could take that but who could resist that which is shapeless and smelly inside," he said, smiling as if to find comfort with the decision he had taken.

  In fact, he could not stand the crowd, the mass of informed people and especially the smell of people using public transport, therefore, would never be able to get one even at times like this.

  "Now the parking lot here! So I get a moment to take those notes "and the Maserati parked in front of the house, although no parking, ran up to her apartment.

  The house was Trovaperdi the top floor of an historical palace of Accolville and was large and well furnished, with a single penthouse in his career. And then, was not in his nature to surround themselves with common, but, a bit like your car, even for his home he used to say with satisfaction: "How's that for a house."

  His name on the intercom entrance door was very obvious it was to be so because he was a source of pride to know that he lived one of the best buildings Accolville.

  Entered the house, tired of the tension built up for various reasons, puffing muttered: "Where the hell did I put them?".

  Once in the closet of the house, miraculously, he saw over his notes also that the day before the cigar he had forgotten to smoke.

  "Finally adversity are over," said a hint of a smile.

  "Now I smoke a good cigar, I relax a bit 'and then, when I come back from that damn thief put under pressure, so learn to lie."

  Trovaperdi, then lay on the couch and lit his cigar fumandolo slowly to enjoy them.

  The tension was relaxed and pleasant drowsiness had invaded his body.