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From Mother Clare Terrace Bar

(this is written in '88)
That afternoon picked up the phone the wrong person. Many afternoons had passed without anyone interfering with their communication, which was always short and concise. She called and said he only waited at the agreed place and time as always.

The call was only to confirm his appointment attendance

This system was agreed upon since he went to live in the village . Before, when I still lived in the city is not called, were, if one of them did not show waiting patiently for the next appointment. And he explained the reasons for the absence. Not an excuse, because between them the most important was the confidence and friendship which they had, but because it had everything, with no obligation did so because they wanted and needed.

their relationship had been found in the tenderness, the happy feeling of tranquility andthe share, for the first time ever in its existence, their lives. The only thing that clouded his wonderful life together, was that it should be hidden.

He had another family he wanted, and was considered move forward. It was not morality or religion, was something as simple as the love he felt for them, belonged to his life from almost always and would not give them up, but this would have been better for é l.

This point is made clear when he realized that his relationship with Clara was going to be eternal. She accepted, did not care that I had family and would like the opposite. Also knew that enrich your love. Over time, reached want even without having any relationship with any of them.

the contrary was true Iscariot. That afternoon when he picked up the phone and heard that phrase in the mouth could not help women in front of all let it unleash its wrath.

Clara took the opportunity to say what he had always wanted to say, who mistreated a man who did not deserve this treatment, a man she had loved since she met him. From this long ago, maybe too much, could not remember the exact day of the month, but I knew it was a Monday like so many others gray. That day everything went wrong, at work and at home. When I went to catch the bus that conduciríaa home, as usual, the umbrella broke the catch on the gate next to the stop and fell due to the pull ; in a pool that had formed by the rain that fell throughout the day.

In these circumstances, ie, totally depressed and muddy, was how I knew. He waited for the bus that day in that same stop as his last job had just been to the house which belonged to the gate where he had begun " disaster. "

watched it falling into the pool quickly came to help, losing autobúsy soaking in water for that morning had left not prepared to deal with a di a crybaby.