Sunday, September 28, 2008

Biggest Curling Iron Size

August 2008 July

"You were kind enough to accompany his grandparents, PA. I could also go by train, but ... "
" Imagine, Mika. I'm glad, so we're a bit 'set, no, "say keeping our gaze fixed on the road. "And then sometimes it is necessary to travel, this BMW, or think that we treat it as a small car and it hurts!" I turn to
Mika with a smile on his face, but I find myself with staring before it totally ignores my attempt to make the spirit. Attempt miserably failed.
"Dad, I'm sorry," he asks after a minute's silence, "but it is scientifically proven that women eat lots of chocolate when they are menstruating?"
"What -!?" Exclaimed the first you start to cough - the fault of the saliva that I went sideways.
"Yes, Dad! Last night Joey was able to devour an entire box of chocolate bars, a frosted strawberry muffins, drank a chocolate milkshake, and not happy, he ate half of my cheesecake! E 'was horrible! But women with menstruation are all well? "I cleared my throat
retaking control of the steering wheel, I'm almost in shock to hear my son say the word 'menstruation'.

"So? It 's a scientific stuff or ...? "
" Yes, Mika, it is. "I take a deep breath, decided to take an objective and rational attitude of the thing. "You know that during the menstrual cycle ..." - I should not, but as utter 'That' word I feel my cheeks blush - "... in the female decreases the level of serotonin, a neurotransmitter that plays an important role in the central nervous system: it regulates body temperature, sleep, appetite and mood. And when, as during the cycle, the female body is in lack of serotonin, goes to look for in foods like chocolate that stimulate production. All clear? "
" Wow! I never imagined that women were so complicated! "
amused smile. "E ' True, you're right ... in this sense we humans are more fortunate. "
" We are the best, Pa: no menstruation, no children to bake ... "
'Well, we have a prostate! & rdquo ;
"The prostate?! What's that? "
" What's ... The prostate is a gland, a gland de ... well, 'yes, of ... "Before we go look at the corner of Mika , placed across on the seat, staring at me with watchful eyes. "It '... this is a gland, the male genitalia," I say in one breath.
"Aha?" Said Mika trying to hide a mischievous smile. In what the hell I'm putting a quagmire?!
"You know, Mika" and then the first thing that comes to mind, "that prostate cancer is the most common form of cancer in males."
"Oh, no! "
" Yes, but do not worry! Just be cautious and make a special examination, called the PSA test at least once a year over 50 years of age ... With an early diagnosis because the risk is considerably reduced. Just a few months ago we bought equipment on the ward for the fantastic robot-assisted laparoscopic radical prostatectomy: a machine is advanced, although to be honest does not solve some problems that still remain ... "
" Like what? & Rdquo ;
"For example, after surgery there is a ... a 20% chance of ..."
"... to lose ..."
Why can not I keep my mouth shut? 'Well ... I said ... there is a 20% chance of losing erectile function ..., here. "
" No! And how does one? "
" In these cases, often resorts to specific drugs or injections ... to ... ... n-injections into the penis, or ... a p-implant, and ... also ... "No, I can not do: I can not say 'erectile pumps' in front of my son! "Oh, no! Damn it! "
" What is it, Pa? "
" Damn, I missed the exit for Cincinnati ... "
" What now? "
" Now we have to take the next exit and then go back ... What a fool! "
" I said I'll turn on the Navigator! "
" Well then! I thought I'd remembered me, the road ... "
I shake my head in disappointment and return with your mind the last time me and Kath have come together in Cincinnati. It 'been a long time ago ...
arrive in front of the imposing entrance of the building, an elegant building of the '20s, and present ourselves at the door. I'm not coming here for years, yet it seems to have changed nothing: the uniformed personnel, decorated ceilings, magnificent chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
"The Lady is waiting for you."
thank the usher and head towards the stairs. Mika starts rising fast, jumping up the steps two at a time. I'm behind him, I do one step at a time, in the vain hope of avoiding the inevitable. As soon as I hear Mika
say "Grandma!" I raise my head to the top of the stairs and up the pace.
"Michael, darling! Come here, embrace the facts! "
" Grandma, I miss you so, you know? "
" Although I missed you, my angel ... "We
. Check on the landing panting slightly.
pull out a shy smile. "Greta ... hello. "I can not call it 'Mrs Sullivan'. Then we get to exchange a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Please enter. How was your trip? Everything okay? "
Inside, there Greta leads from the living room. "Sit down too, I bring you something to drink. Mikaël, would you like a nice lemonade? Lucien, for you? "
" A lemonade will be fine for me, thanks, "I reply. I look around, and everything is exactly as I remembered it: elegant, clean and tidy. The old sofa camel-colored cushions with their gold, the glass table carved stone from the ground up, the paintings of Fred and Robert Blum Duvenek the walls.
"Pa, let's go by his grandmother?", Mika asked.
"Sure ... sure, let's go."
Greta is in the kitchen, standing behind the bar, pouring lemonade in our glasses.
"Grandma, Grandpa where is it?", Mika asks the sitting room table.
"E 'release to buy the paper, dear, will be here soon," he says Greta bringing our drinks.
"Thank you, Mika and I respond in unison.
Just then, you hear a noise of keys and the lock on the door that opens.
"Here it is," says Mika. Then jump off the chair and runs to the Corridor shouting, "Grandpa! Grandpa! "
" Mikaël! Come here! "That voice ..." Let me see you, young man! "A shiver runs down my spine: James Blake Sullivan III, the Attorney Sullivan, the lawyer of renown. Despite all these years, his presence I still inspires fear.
"Then, my son says! How was school this year? ", Mika and I hear him ask crossed the threshold of the dining room: with one arm encircling his nephew behind, while the other holds a copy of 'Enquirer . I stand up. He throws me a glance and supports the newspaper on the table.
"Good morning, Mr. Sullivan," I reached out to him, "how are you?"
James shakes my hand firmly. "We're fine, thanks," he says through clenched teeth before closer to his wife and give her a light kiss on the lips. "Well, son," asks Mika send. Mika and I do the same. "This school?"
"Not bad, my grandfather, not bad. I have not had any failure! "
" Well done, my Mikaël "
I start to observe it for good: despite his age and his hair now completely gray, does not seem to show signs of strain. The intense eyes and austere attitude remained the same.
"Greta, what have you prepared a good day for our guest?"
"It 's a surprise, James, a special recipe for our two guests!"
"Two guests?"
"Yes, grandfather," Mika replied, "Who Came to Dinner dad too ;! "
James turns to me and gives me a dirty look.
"If you like ... I can not even stay," replied doing to get up from his chair.
"Oh, no, Lucien, stay, I pray you," Greta stops me. "We are pleased that you eat with us."
"Okay, thank you, "I say ignore the hostile gaze of James.
"Grandma!", Exclaims at one point Mika, "Mom took me into the room? It 'so there I am ... "
" Sure, sweetheart, "he says Greta leaving the stove for a minute. "Come with me, come on."
At that point we are only James Sullivan and me. Sitting at the table, facing each other. Its preservation him an obstinate silence, and I do the same. I leave to spend a couple of minutes, then I decide to break the ice with a question of courtesy: "Your son Bradley how are you? And Susan? "
" You know that if it were not for my nephew I'd already thrown out of this house to kick it? "Says James stretching menacingly towards me. His gaze is literally flaming.
swallow and, almost imperceptibly, nod, keeping his gaze straight ahead. His dark eyes, his gaze fierce and fiery: and such as that of Katherine.
"Here we are," cried Greta back into the room. "It 's time to set the table ... James, please, will you stand up?"
jumped up and offer myself to lend a hand to the table.
*** "Hmm ... this delicious meat! What is this sauce? Lemon, orange ... what else is there? "I ask.
"Lemon, orange, a little 'mustard, ginger and white port. It's called Cumberland sauce, "he says Greta.
"I had never tasted it. It 'good, congratulations. "
" Thanks. "After a few minutes
Mika took the floor. "Grandpa, can I ask you?"
"Sure, son, tell me," James responds by placing the cutlery on the plate.
"I wanted to know when his mother told him that I wanted to make music, you've impeded? That is, you're a lawyer, Bradley's uncle as well ... You did not want to become a lawyer, too? "
" Katherine has always loved music, he always wanted to do since childhood. I did not expect to follow in my footsteps! "
" Then you let her do what she wanted? "
" We the said that we would always be on his side, had made any choice, "said Greta.
I stop for a moment to chew on: I smell a conspiracy by Mika.
"The most important thing for us," James takes over "was that she was happy. What made you happy would make us happy, too, that we have always said. "
" Look, Dad! "Mika turns shooting at me. "See?"
swallow and jot down the bite.
know ... "See! The grandfather has left to my mother! She loved music and they let them do what they wanted! "
" Why, Mikaël? Your father keeps you from doing something? "James spoke glancing intimidating.
I try to stay calm and I wipe my mouth with his napkin. "Mika, please, there is no need to start this debate now, we are at the table ..." I reply looking at him sideways.
"No, no," insists James, "let's talk instead. What is this?! Mikaël? "
Mika does not respond and look at me.
Okay, okay. "Sir," say they set their eyes on my ex father in law, "I'm not avoiding anything. I just worry about my son. What he listens to music is dangerous. "
" What do you mean?! Dangerous? ", Mika responds by starting to fidget.
"Yes, Mika dangerous. And more often than not vulgar. "
Mika shaking his head. "But it '... You'll never understand ..."
"What's to understand? ", he asks James intruding again.
"Mika, listen to once and for all", I insist, "the rap music that you love so much, this is not for you! You have to understand that she was born and belongs to the people with whom you have nothing in common! These are guys who grew up in a family environment and social problem, in hardship situations, and "
" How can you say, you that Mikaël has grown into a familiar 'normal'? " , spoke contemptuously James.
I take a deep breath. "My son will be but grew up with only one parent, "I reply, underlining his words one by one," but me and Katherine did not miss anything we've ever done. Mika? "I say to my son asking for a confirmation. At that moment I see his eyes fill with tears and for a moment I will stop the heart. In a leap, Mika jumps up and runs away. I hear the sound of a door, Kath's old room, which gets rammed hard. James and Greta
exchange a worried look, I remain motionless, paralyzed.
"I'll see what's wrong," Greta whispers rising from the table.
"Stop", involved James grabbed his arm, "I'll go."
"No, please," I interrupt them by placing his napkin on the table. "If you allow, I'll go to him."
"And why? To make him cry again? "
" James ... "
not respond to the provocation of James, and slowly make my way to Mika. Knock the door slightly and, without waiting for an answer within. Mika is on the bed, folded on the mattress to sob. I sit beside him and support him on the shoulder. Him, clutching him one of the pillows, still sobbing.
"I Sorry, Mika ... "
My words do nothing but worsen the situation and the despair of Mika increases. Her tears seem to flow from some distant point from a deep, hidden within him. A dark feeling that managed to escape just now, all together.
"Sorry, Mika ... I'm so sorry ..."
I can not say more. Mika and I take her by the shoulders, above his strength, pull it up. The webbing between my arms and let rests her head on my chest.
"I'm sorry I left, Mika. I'm sorry for having left us alone ... I'm so sorry, Mika ... "
While I feel her hot tears that wet my shirt, I close my eyes and squeeze even harder.

*** A few hours later, drove to Chicago
But what's that? ?
It 's my phone!
How do I respond?! I know this system does not yet use ... "Hello?"
... What? Kath!? "Hello?"
inbound calls from ... ...
Nah, does not work! Damn its Bluetooth and voice commands! KATHERINE SULLIVAN
... ... ... CALL
How on earth you answer? "Katherine!? Katherine Sullivan!? Reply!? "
" Lucien? "
"Finally! Kath! "
" Lucien, but what happens? Where are you? "
" I'm in the car, I'm sorry ... is this system of automatic response ... it drives me crazy! "Kath
chuckles. "Are you using Bluetooth?"
"Yeah, its him ..."
"You're incredible ... Mika? And 'there with you? "
" No, Mika ... I left from yours. I'm coming back to Chicago. "
"You've left then. How are you? He 's happy? "
" Yes ... Yes, he was very happy, "I say without making reference to the scene in tears. "Lucky him away a couple of weeks at sea!"
"Ah, the old beach house in Ocean Isle Beach! What beautiful memories ... But still, tell me what happened in Cincinnati? "
" Good. "
" Hmm. Was it strange for you ... I say, go home mine, see my ... "
" No, why? No ... I mean, yeah ... well, 'maybe yes, a bit' strange ... "
" And my how they have behaved?
"Well! We had lunch together, I ate a delicious chicken Cumberland prepared by your ma-"
" And my father?
"T-what does your father?
"How did they perform? He said something bad? "
" What? No, no ... "
"No? You sure? "
" ... "
" Next: What did he say ... "
" What? No, nothing, "
" What did he say? "
Sigh. "He said if it was not for her grandson would have thrown out from his house to kick it."
"Oh, no ... Lucien, I'm sorry ..."
"No, why?"
" Why yes! Dad does not have the right to treat so! "
" But it is logical that he will defend, Kath, loves you, and after all that has happened ... And then ... and then I deserve. "
" Not at all! We divorced in two, Lucien, remember? Above all, these are not his business! "
" Yes I am, come on, is your father! "
" No it is, dammit! Business that are unique to you and me! "
" Forget it, Kath, come on ... does not matter, we know how did your father ... "
" I'm sorry, Lucien, really. I'm sorry. "
" Thanks. "
" Thank you? Thank you! It 'be nice of you to accompany Mika in person ... You could easily put it on a plane or a bus ... I did it many times! Well ... I wanted to tell you this, here. Thank you. "
smile. "Please."
"Really, Lucien. I appreciate it. "
" ... "

"..." "..."
"In short ... daddy cock to big, eh?"
"Oh, well '..."
"Haha! What else did he say? Tell us! "
" So, first thing ... "

Friday, July 25, 2008

Can An Infection Raise Your Blood Pressure

with goodness that you want ... I

After dinner, while Mika and Nicole if they are blissfully on the couch to see what I do not know in TV, I retreat to my study: what a mess! I absolutely have to do some 'order. I throw away all the papers that engorge my desk, leaving only the essentials: laptop, the latest issue of New England Journal of Medicine and Trauma , the microscope and my agenda. All the rest away.
Esco holding the basket overflowing with paper and up into the living room: "Mika, Nicole: Please, remember to take out the waste before going to bed. It put everything into the trash bin of paper, please! "
" Okay, "Nicole answered.
"Mika, I'm talking to you too!"
"I see, pa!" he says holding up his hand.
sigh and I'm going to read the study.
1.1 The proper therapeutic approach. In cases where the differential diagnosis of pseudocyst and neoplasm lesion is uncertain can be used to assay the cystic fluid of some tumor markers such as CEA, and the CA.125 CA.19-9. The cyst-digestive anastomosis, performed with suture sutures, is ...
"DAD, WHAT IS THIS?", Mika I hear screaming from the room next door. "PAPÀAA!"
But you have not yet learned that the cry from one room to another? I shake my head and I continue to read.
... is the preferred treatment of pancreatic pseudocysts, although the sting evacuative intraoperative and transcutaneous or endoscopic drainage can be used, although burdened with a greater risk of relapse.
'PAPA'! What are these?! "
lift up my eyes and puffy from the magazine: it is so difficult to take a walk and come talk to me here?! I get up, dazed and confused and join him in the hall. "Mika, do you have to scream?", I met him.
"These, Pa: What are they?" She asks, taking my trash can with one hand while the other waving a pair of colored paper.
"Let me see ..."
"They are true? Two free tickets to Cedar Point!? "
I take them in hand and give him a look. "Ah, yes, these are ... boh, there was a lottery on the ward, and it seems that I've won ... but I do not know that stuff is ...", I conclude by returning the tickets to Mika.
"So is this: are really two free tickets to a weekend at Cedar Point!"
"Whoever has two free tickets to Cedar Point ?!?", exclaims Nicole coming to my shoulders.
"Dad: won these tickets in a lottery!"
"No! Lucien them you won tickets to Cedar Point!? Why did not you say anything? !? "
I shake shoulders. "And that ... I know ... And then ... that stuff is Cedar Point? "
Mika and Nicole look at each other with air in amazement. "It 's largest amusement park in the world, pa! But where do you live? "
" And you're throwing them away? ", Nicole presses.
"Dad, can I go there with Joey? Can I? "
" No, I want to go with Jane! "
" But you did not let? "
"Yes, but we're back together."
'Well, I do not care, dear Nic tickets I have found them, and then I'll go along with Joey! And then Joey and I we never left! "
" What's that all about?! Look, if I told you I'm not going to throw out the garbage, these tickets you would never have found them! "
" What the hell reasoning, Nic! I found them and I can do what I want! Right, Dad? "
" Mika, you are really selfish! I am a woman, and women have priority! "
" And I'm a guy and I have more right than you to go to a playground! You are old, how old are you, thirty? "
" I have twenty-seven, and parks are good for all ages! There are even older! "
" Liar! "
" I tell you it's true! Give me those tickets! "
" NO! These are mine! "
"Enough!", Exclaimed in exasperation. Mika and Nicole fell silent instantly. "Tickets for the park, I won them, so ... I decide." Stopped bickering, the two stare at me in silence, awaiting the final. "I decided that we go to Cedar Point together."
"No, I want to bring Joey!"
"And I'm Jane! "
" Let it end! Mika, how can you think I give permission to two teenagers like you to spend a weekend alone out of town, even out of state? Nicole, who is an adult, will accompany you. You guys know how to have fun together, no? Now you are almost brother and sister, and I ask you to behave as such. We agree? "
Mika and Nicole expressing their disappointment with a grimace.
"No? Let's see if it sounds better there: I offer both, of my own pocket, an extra day at the park, so you can stretch the weekend from Friday to Sunday. What do you think? "
" pa ... But, I I have school on Friday ... "
" I know you take a day off! I saw your results, Mika votes are much better than the last time. This means that you worked hard, and then a day off will be entitled to! What do you say? "
I see Mika's mouth open wide, then jumps on me, embracing me. "Thanks Dad! You're the best, you're fantastic! I love you! "
return his hug, happy to feel so excited.
"And me? I can take two days off? "asks Nicole.
"Of course, Nic. You just choose which weekend to go, and I fix it shifts on the ward. OK? "
" SIII! Lucien're the best! The Head best that can exist on Earth! "Nicole exclaimed, raising his arms to heaven.
I get home at eight o'clock in the morning after a night shift at the hospital is not particularly agitated. Go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of cool water, then ascending to first floor and let myself fall to the dead weight on the bed. I stretch my arm, I grab the phone and check if there is a new message or Mika Nicole: No, nothing. I wonder if sleep yet ... I guess that will be exhausted after their first day at Cedar Point! I support the phone on the table and idly, without getting out of bed, I begin to undress: I pulled the shirt over her head, I take off my pants and socks, cause everyone on the other side of the mattress and I can finally put under the sheets.
I wake up around three and a quarter. I a big yawn and start stretching. Jot down your legs out of bed and put my feet in slippers, a good shower is what you need! After being under water for a quarter of an hour, I left the bathroom with a towel around the basin and wet hair.
I get off the ground floor for a bite to eat, when I was a bizarre idea: Sure, now that I'm alone, do not need the towel ... I smile to myself, thinking back to when I was living alone in my apartment on West Chicago Avenue: it seems that centuries have passed, but ... He lowered his head and placed his hands on the sides: why not? Hold the edges dell'asciugamano, undo the knots and put it back in his chair. Here I am, just like mom made me! I make two steps around the kitchen table: what a strange feeling to walk naked through the house ... are no longer used, I feel almost embarrassed! Yet the curtains on the windows are closed: those who do bother you? I go to the kitchen and boil a bit 'of water for tea. Only thing missing is the paper! I approached the door and slowly opened it a crack: Down and me, curled up around the old wood, reached out to grab the Chicago Tribune without exposing to the world of my nakedness. I've done it! Closes the door and go back to the kitchen. The water bubbles turn out gas, into the hot liquid into the cup and I put the bag of Earl Grey. I sit down, cross my legs and I start reading the first page of the Tribune with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
After breakfast - or should I call it a snack - I get up and start walking round the house naked and without a goal. I am alone, I have all the time I want, no one bothers me ... but what do I do? Start walking slowly to and fro, turning his back, bending his neck, doing a bit 'stretching. Then later in the living room and I see the couch, empty, in the middle of the room. I stare for a few seconds with a strange idea in my head. I take off my slippers and I get over there. Join the toes, squeeze your legs start to bounce on the cushion, up and down, up and down. I close my eyes and inhaling deeply, spreading his arms to shoulder height. Rest in this position to cross for a bit ', again with closed eyes, rhythmically bending the knees and ankles. When I open my eyes I see reflected on the window: that's funny, I look like a diver on the diving board preparing to take the leap into the water ... well, 'in this case a diver nude! I laugh to myself: more than a midlife crisis, this is senile dementia!
clik ... ... ... clak
Hmm? What is that little noise? Bah, will be the wind ...
... tap tap ...
But ... what?
"OH MY GOD!" - A cry behind me.
I spun around and see Magda, the housekeeper, who covers her face with her hands.
I open my mouth but I'm too shocked to say anything. I put my hands on my lower parts, and I'm sitting down, sinking into the sofa as I can to hide from his view.
close my eyes and grabbed a pillow, posandomelo above the groin.
"Excuse me, Mr. Dubenko, excuse me! Jedynie twej dla miłości! Ach, żałuje złości za me! Excuse me, now I'm going, I'll go away ... "
I take courage and holed up among the pillows, I open my eyes. "No, Magda, wait: do not go!"
"Lord, but I did not know who she was-"
"Magda, I'm sorry, my fault: I knew that boys were not there and I told her to come Saturday morning, then I changed my shift at the hospital and I forgot to warn you! Please forgive me! "
" You want me to come back another day? "
"No, Magda, she goes to my studio, please wait for me there and I come in a minute, that is ... me before ... I am presentable and then I come to call it. Just give me a minute ... "
Magda takes her bag fall to the ground and, still upset, he goes to my studio.
*** *** Saturday night
After the cyclone Magda, I'm back on the couch. But this time wearing polo shirts and shorts and I'm sitting correctly. I scan the page for shows in the Chicago Tribune looking for an interesting movie: Let's see ... The Incredible Hulk , Emporium, Speed Racer ... um ... Darnk Knight, Mamma Mia ... uff ... Ah , here: Review of Italian cinema: Luchino Visconti. Hmm .. interesting! 21.00: Sense (1954): it's perfect! The damage to the Kerasotes City North in North Western Avenue. I finally found what to do tonight: Italian neo-realism!
I leave the car in the parking lot and I start the green entrance to the multiplex. I see a lot of people, but it's Saturday, it is natural. Later in front of me find an impressive array of people channeled into eight rows, leading to many cases. Oh my god ... I take a deep breath and I get in the queue. After a good fifteen minutes, finally get my turn.
"Good evening and welcome to Kerasotes. Room? "
" Good evening ", answer the young employee and pulled out his wallet from his pocket," I would like a ticket to the exhibition on Italian cinema. Luchino Visconti's Senso. "
"Tonight the show was suspended, sir."
"What, sorry?"
"Tonight the show was suspended, there are only films on the bill. What room wants a ticket? "
" Ah ... ah ... "- I look up to the screens placed behind the cashiers.
The Incredible Hulk , Emporium, Mom My , Speed Racer, Dark Knight ... I do not know anyone ...
"Lord wants to buy a ticket or not?"
What do I do? Unless I see a movie here, where am I going? I have no desire at all to go home. "OK, please give me a ticket to ... .." - Risech not decide. "Advice?"
The cashier rolls her eyes. "Take this. Perhaps the will, "said a low voice before you print the ticket and place it on the counter. "There are nine and fifty. "
pull out a ten and wait for the rest. Then I take my ticket, I thank the young and go to the hall, making zig-zag through the crowd. Sex And The City? But what's that? A porno?
I stop to take a glass of coca and go into room: almost all the seats are already occupied. No, it can be a porn movie ... I am looking for my place, H19, and sit down. Bring the glass to his mouth and ...
"Oh, excuse me!" - A young woman passing by, bumps into my glass of coca and down the middle on the ground. "Please forgive me! It 'bag that I fell ... "
" Do not worry, "I say rubbing my pants, slightly wet. "It's nothing."
The young woman sits right next to me. "I'm very sorry, but tonight here is a nightmare! But how many people are there? "
" Really ... Just imagine that I came here believing with aiding in a survey of Italian cinema! "
" She, too, for Luchino Visconti! What a coincidence ... "We remain
a moment in silence, then cry out in unison: "The Chicago Tribune " burst out laughing.
"It 's true what they say," comment, "Never believe everything that is written in the papers!"
She nods and indicates my glass half empty, "When we get out of Here I offer him another one. "
" Oh, do not worry. In fact, forget it: not good for drinking too many fizzy drinks ... "
" A healthy? "He asks as the lights go down.
"A species, "I reply softly before they start to run the opening credits of the film.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Palmolive Dish Ingredients

a life of M """""!

"Come on! She also is Indiana, "cried addressing the patient. "Where?"
"Ah, Muncie! I'm from Francesville. "
" Francesville? "
" More or less halfway between Lafayette and here. "
" Ah! So not much has moved away, Dr. ... "
" Not really ... But you know how it is: this is the only hospital where I was accepted! "joke a laugh. "So, Mr. Teadre", then I take seriously, "I must go. You calm down, please, because there are surgeries that are waiting. Dr. Barnett, here, now take a few days and she will be back home. Goodbye! "
" Goodbye, Doctor, and thank you! "
greet the patient and I leave the exam room. Malik I see the other side of the counter, I make him a wink and walked happily down the corridor. Meet the gentleman from Indiana has put me in a good mood! I almost almost homesick ... Who gave it to me made to become a doctor?! Illness, death ... I did not do better to stay in the country to milk cows?
At this thought I smile to myself, while I continue to trot toward the elevators. At one point, however, I have the feeling of being closely followed by someone. Without stopping, bend your head slightly to one side: nah, maybe I'm wrong, no one who follows me. Around the corner and the entrance hall which leads me to the elevators again, however, feel that feeling. This time I can hear it clearly: there are steps behind me, which is similar to mine. I stop immediately and turn on myself in front of me, a PIVELLINA shirts short, a trainee. "What are you following me?" Ask hard-nosed.
"L-she is the Doctor: Dr. Julian?" He stammered.
"Yes, I am. What do you want? "
The guy hands me, with a trembling hand, a folded note.
"What's that?"
"E 'p-for her."
"Who gave it to you?" I ask ripping the paper out of hand.
him, pale as a sheet, shaking his head slightly, then turns and runs away. I scratch my head, but what the hell is happening right? I look at the note, I'll turn around and around in his hands. What do I do? Won by curiosity, I open it, I approached him in the eyes and try to decipher handwriting small and narrow, 'Go in room sutures. Now. Do not talk to anyone or you'll regret '. Swallow, and move as little as possible, I look around. Who is this message? What's in the suture room, a criminal maniac? And it came to call me? The beat of my heart begins to accelerate. I try to stay calm and re-read the ticket, to make sure you understand: 'Go in room sutures. Now. Do not talk to anyone or you'll be sorry. 'A shiver of terror down my spine I salt. I do not have to ask for help, I have to pretend nothing ... It ' a maniac, a madman escaped from the psychiatric ward? I take a deep breath and begins to move slowly in the direction of the suture room. I keep looking straight ahead, straight ahead of me, trying not to attract attention. Around me, doctors, nurses and patients move and act as if nothing had happened, but I feel like in a horror movie: just not a movie! In front of the front door of the emergency room I see the security guard: I start to walk without stopping to fix it, hoping that he turned to me in my eyes and read a help message. Look at me, please, look at me! Nothing to be done by a patient is distracted and turns the other way. Damn! Around the last corner now I have no way out, the suture room is there, deep in corridodio. The beating of my heart speed up, my blood was very strong pulses in my ears. If he is armed I'm hopeless, but if he had a small knife, or maybe just a knife ... And if he had stolen a knife?!
Here I am, face to face with danger. If something serious were to happen I would call my mother? And you would? Who knows ... I take a deep breath and make myself courage: Nicole Julian, you've faced much worse times: you can do it again this time. I can do it, I can do it, there ... While I can recite this mantra to myself, put his hand on the knob the door and ... one, two, THREE! I opened the door and entered the room, bathed in gloom: I do not see anyone. I make another step forward with the hand holding the door behind me, ready to flee. Suddenly I feel something or someone behind me, I feel that they are pushing the door shut. I try to resist, but the door slides down my hand and the door closes. I stop for a moment to breathe: we. It will have a gun? A knife? I dare not turn around. Squeezes his fists, ready to fight. My heart pumps a thousand: if the will to see with my blind rage. Oh, here it is! I'm touching her hair. At that point I decided: I turn around and lie down! A millisecond later, with a quick gesture the person behind me wrap a ribbon around the eyes. Oh shit, I do not see anything! I feel his breath behind me. I feel it coming, I feel his warm breath on her neck: cock, dick, this is a maniac!
"LET ME, BASTARDOOO !!!", cry myself turning up in the air and flailing his arms to defend myself. "I kill you,"
"Do not talk."
and I freeze the rest for a moment uncertain: it is a female voice, and I think also known ... Istivamente his hands to his head to remove the bandage from her eyes.
"Who are you? "I ask.
Silence. I feel the thin fingers that I rearranged the tape over his eyes.
"Do not speak I said."
I can not believe: it is she! In an instant release all the tension of the previous minute and a half of terror and begin to breathe normally. I feel his hands resting on my shoulders.
"Jane, what-"
"Take off your coat."
"Eh?" I do not believe my ears.
Jane begins to take off my coat, pulling from his shoulders. I hear the faint sound of fabric that falls to the floor. Swallow. Now I feel her breath on his face and his lean lips on mine. I stand as she touches my face with her fingers and caresses my neck with his lips. Start to feel good and respond to his kiss. Then raise your arms and pat his back, the shoulder blades down to the pelvis. Jane is still close, and in a moment our bodies pressed against each other.
*** A week later, in a room with the curtains drawn Radiology ***
"Yeah ... so ..."
"Hmm ..."
" A bit 'further down. "
"Do not move."
"Further down."
"Hmm ..."
"Stay strong case."
"You are exceptional, Jane ..."
"Hmm ... yes, continue ..."
"You do not move."
... ... bzzzBBZZZbzzzBBZZZ
"Oh, no!"
"It 's my pager, fuck. "
" Stop! Not answer. "
... ... bzzzBBZZZbzzzBBZZZ
" But I have to see who-"
" Do not answer, I said. Let it ring. "
" Jane ... "
... ... bzzzBBZZZbzzzBBZZZ
" We could use it, you know. "
" What? "
" The pagers. "
" What!? "
"... Let's Hear 'vibrates."
"If I put ..."
"Do not you dare!" exclaimed away from her. "Are you crazy?! You as a pager ... .. You're sick! "
Jane mentions a half-smile, I can even see some teeth.
"But then you also know smile, girl ..." comment rearrange the clothes. "But now I must go," said pulling on his white coat.
Jane regains her expression indecipherable and stretches his arms towards me. It takes me to the collar of his coat and pulls me to him. "You're not going anywhere."
"Jane, please ..."
... ... bzzzBBZZZbzzzBBZZZ
"Hear that? He started to vibrate. "
I look up to heaven. There is no way to say no. I grab the pager, leaving the band and get closer to the body of Jane. Let's see if now is happy ...
Ten minutes later I'm running around the corridors in search of Surgery Dubenko, the call was his. At last I see, beyond the preoperative room door. Turned back, you are removing the sterile gown. I take a deep breath, I push against the door and entered.
"I'm looking for, Lucien?" I ask.
Without turning, remove the finish coat and takes off his cap.
I see that the halyard back and remained motionless for a few seconds. Then with under the bonnet crumples and throws it into the trash. Immediately after he turns to me. "I called twenty minutes ago." That said, I passed by without deigning to look in and out in the hallway.
shake my head and cursing I go back. It is not easy, though: Lucien capers around quickly towards acceptance.
"Lucien!" I try to call him, but he goes straight on his way, stopping only at the bar, where there are nurse Shirley, and Dr. Corday. Schreiber. Dubenko takes a folder from Shirley, signature, returns the folder and finally turns to me raising the chin as if waiting for a word from me.
"Excuse me, Lucien, was locked in Radiology ..." - I do not think of a better excuse.
"For twenty minutes? It is not the first time, "replied coldly. I feel everyone's eyes - Shirley, Schreiber and Corday - staring at me. "When I call you," said Lucien after a few seconds of silence, "you must come at once. You vo-la-king. "
swallow and I try to stay calm. "Lucien, I'm wrong, I'm sorry."
"You must not regret, Nicole. You must be punctual. Shirley, "then turns to the nurse, 'Please,' to which Fitzgerald is preparing for thyroidectomy. I want it to assist him. "
not believe my ears: I had to be in that operation! "Lucien," I am intruding, "we decided that for thyroidectomy-"
"You go, Nicole, I did not need you anymore," he interrupted. Lucien I've never seen him so angry, I am almost afraid.
I collect all my courage. "Doctor Lu ... Dubenko, I ..."
"I said go!" Replica raising the tone of voice as rarely do I hear.
I look down and stare at the floor. I still feel all eyes on me. In all but one of Lucien: he turned again, will not even look me in the face. E 'tired of me, I disappointed. Tears of anger began to velarmi eyes. I put my hands in my pocket, and hold their fists and I'm leaving. Where, I do not know.
*** *** the next day
arrival at the hospital an hour before my turn. I am angry, angry with myself black. Lucien I angered, disappointed ... I fucking twenty minutes late: this time I really exaggerated ... Mulling head down I'm going to put my stuff in the lockers, put myself wearing the white coat and stethoscope around his neck. Esco in corridodio and I received: I review very carefully all patients who are on the ward, pre-and post-operatively, and all the interventions planned for today. There is also mine: 14.00 - Patient: Mr. Murphy - Intervention: Resection of the duodenum. - Room: B - Execute: Dr Dubenko. Assists: Dr Julian. Well, today I will have the opportunity to make my last!
I walked out to eat a mouthful, but do it in a hurry, the two have action! Check on the fourth floor and I run into Schreiber.
"Hello Phil, how to throw?"
"Well, well ... I'm sorry Julian, but I'm in a hurry: I expect a duodenal resection"
The block holding the sleeve of his coat. "Wait, too? But ... I like Murphy a duodenal resection with two ... "
" Er ... n-no, Murphy Murphy ... I have it. "
" You're wrong, Phil! Come and see ... "exclaimed safe dragging before the board hanging in the acceptance. "See: Hours: 14.00 - Patient: Mr. Murphy - Speech ..." I do not believe my eyes: my name has been removed and replaced by Schreiber.
"I'm sorry," he says with a shrug and say goodbye before you start briskly toward the operating room.
Serro strong jaw and clench his right fist. Enough: I've had enough! As a fury, I decided to walk to the office of Dubenko gallop. I see him out of his room. I go toward him.
"Lucien, what does this mean?"
He stops, adjusting the watch, and looks at me indifferent.
"Murphy duodenal resection: I had to assist me!" He exclaimed.
"He will Schreiber," he says impassively starting to walk.
"Wait! Why? Schreiber and why not me? "
Lucien does not stop. "I do not have time to discuss it now," he says moving his head slightly backward.
"Lucien!" He exclaimed.
At that point he stops and turns slowly: "There is an endless list of consultations to be completed in the ER, Nicole: There's that."
"See?", Exclaimed, spreading his arms. "A one hundred and nine years old who complains of back pain! Call a specialist! "
Lucien ignores me completely. "Excuse me, but I must go," concludes before turning again and leave.
"Why are you doing?", Called after him. "Why?" I follow him with his eyes and disappears around the corner. "You know what?!" Continued to scream in the middle of the corridor. "Fuck you! Do you understand?! VAF-FAN-CU-LO! "That's when a nurse appeared at my left, a small and petite, looking at me frightened. "Yes! Fuck! Fuck you too !!!", the cry in the face before delivering a violent kick to the rubbish bin and furious go to the bathroom for women.
*** two hours later, at the Ready *** Relief
I put my hands over my eyes and shake my head. "Why did you bring me down like a stupid thing?", Shouted at a fellow of the first year, a greenhorn. "No, that should not be operated! We wanted so much to make him an ultrasound? "
" What happened? "Asks Kovac by coming close.
"Ah, leave it alone," he exclaimed. "In fact, a question: where you go and get your fellows, the flea market on Sunday?"
"If there is any problem, speak," he insists backing hands on hips.
shake the brim. "No problem, boss, no problem," I reply discouraged, before setting his head down toward the stairs.
Just around the corner, though, I am in front of Jane. "Hey!"
"It 's not seen you since yesterday."
"I know."
"The room is free of Radiology."
shake my head. "No, Jane, is not the case."
"No? We make room in stitches? "
" Jane, please ... "
" Come on, "insists grasping the shirts. "Five minutes."
shake my head.
"Five-minute number! Come on, start the countdown of the first sixty, fifty-nine, fifty Fifty-seven ... "while it continues in each issue, makes me step back to the bottom of corridodio. "... Fifty-fifty. Forty-nine ... "
" I said no, "cried.
Jane pauses for a moment, then continues its countdown, ignoring my protests. "Forty-eight, quarantas-"
"Enough, I said!" He exclaimed again, this time shaking off. "I work, so I can not waste time, do you understand? "
I see a dark shadow pass over the eyes of Jane. "Losing time ..." he repeats. I
a grimace of disappointment. "No, Jane, I did not want-"
"No, I understand."
"Jane, I'm sorry, I really did not mean ..."
"No matter, I understand," repeated by a few steps backward.
"Jane ..." moan extending an arm toward her. But Jane turns and walks away, leaving me alone in the hall.
some *** days later, in the living room Surgery ***
"Hey, Nicole! Are you still here? "Asked Lucien overlooking the port.
I rub my eyes and looked at my watch: quarter to ten. "Yes," I reply, "I want to finish in order to put these folders ..."
Lucien frowns and takes a step inside the dark room. The only light is what lights my paperwork on the table in the living room. "I must finish this work hours? Why not go out, it's too late. "
" No, now I'm busy. "
" Listen, Nic " Lucien is leaning toward me, "I know I gave you a nice groomed the other day, but I just wanted to let you know that you have to be attentive and focused, you do not want to force to stay in the hospital around the clock! Two weeks at home you do not see! "
sigh nervously. "I know, I know ... In short, I want to end up the same, okay? "says get back to leafing.
"OK, but let me tell you something: you view the mirror lately? Are you a rag! Do me a favor: take some 'time, get out, you need to distract you! Why not ... why not go out with that ... with Jane? "
I raise my head and looked into his eyes: "Jane and I are not together anymore."
"Oh, sorry ... Nic, I ... I did not know ... excuse. "
" There is no reason to apologize, "I say. Without another word, I take pen in hand and began to scribble notes on my block checked.
'Well, then ... if you decide so, good night, "Lucien says quietly, before starting towards the door. "But do not be too late, okay?"
nod slightly with a nod of the head.
After less than a minute, I feel a slight knock knock on the door jamb the door. There Lucien again on the threshold. "You know what, Nic", began raising his eyes to the ceiling, "I just want to drink a beer tonight, but ... I do not like to drink alone! You would find inconvenient to go out for a quick drink with your boss? "Asks, smiling.
I can not help but smile too. "No. Not at all. Just give me a minute. "
Lucien nods:" I'll wait outside. "
Ike Ryan's *** ***
" I'm sorry for Jane, you know, "said Lucien sipping his second beer. "It seemed like a good girl."
"Yes, well ..." I replied turning around in my hands my first bottle still half full. "Good, yes, but a little 'strange."
"Strange? How come? "
I remember the story of the bandage, pager ... and also to all the others! "Er ... well, you know ... that way there ... it tastes a bit 'eccentric ..."
Lucien nods and puts down another drink. I do not think he understood.
"It is not easy for us surgeons, it is not easy ..." he mutters to himself. In my humble opinion is already half drunk ... But you may not be able to withstand a couple of beers? "We surgeons," he adds, "we are not able to have a normal social life, right? Why?
I shrugged. "I do not know, but you're right: since I started medical school I had a decent relationship! But even, say, with Tammy: I really liked her, I loved her ... but when I was here in the hospital, to work, I did not think, do not ... I did not need you! "
Lucien nods, and with a long pull, finished his second bottle.
"I'll tell you, Lucien, I would not exaggerate," continues, "but Tammy was almost ... almost a hobby, here!"
Lucien looked at me weird, then clears his throat: "Jane seems to me remarkable as a hobby," he exclaims. I glared at him, he apologizes and starts to giggle like an idiot. Yes, I own right: it is drunk.
"Yes, a great hobby ..." I reply finally resting my still half-full bottle in the middle of the table. Lucien stretches and states: "Can I?"
nod and push the bottle with the tip of the fingers towards him take it, throws down a long sip, and when you leaned back on the table is nearly empty.
"I remember the last phone call that Katherine had me in hospital," suddenly begins to tell, "I was in the preoperative room, I was preparing for an important intervention that the Chief had asked me to assist ... ; at that time I was finishing the specialization in traumatology, I missed a little, I had it almost done ... it was a rare and delicate operation, not every day you have to hand such a case: segmental fracture of the clavicle associated fracture of the coracoid ... there was a heated debate in the emergency room if the patient were to be brought or not ... then in the end it was decided to intervene by stabilizing the distal clavicle with a cerclage and nails by two millimeters, and blocking the fracture with a plate of 3 mm and a half ... "
Shit, you remember everything, even the millimeters of nails and plates! Dubenko is a monster!
"And that day, just as I was getting ready, she called me. It was not the first time, you know, there had been many others ... that year, the year that Mika was born, she often called me, asking me if I came back, what was missing when I came out ... he told me that he needed me, that Mika needed me ... and every time I say no, I could not leave to intervene in a half, I had to respond to an emergency in the emergency room ... "
I let it vent, and I think what is strange to hear him talk about himself in this way. Do not hear much of his past, remains vague and avoids the details, but now ...
"And he called me that evening that night ... why? Why? "
For a moment he stops and looks at me, looking for an answer that I do not know him.
"You can not understand, Nic ... you can not understand what you are trying to hear your wife on the phone begging for go home because she needs you, and to say no, I can not, is not the time ... feel your child eighteen months of crying in the background and having to hang up the phone ... "
do not know what to say to me I feel like shit, my stupid problems with Jane is nothing compared to what they had to pass him ...
"That was the last phone call I made," said looking me straight in the eye. "The next day I had the divorce papers in hand."
Lucien Then, perhaps remembering that it was not my bottle, the beer finishes with a final gulp. Support your back on the back of the chair and I think it is was so painful for him, but I wonder if, back, not the same choices ... rifarebbe
I look up when I hear a sob coming from the part of Lucien.
"I think I drank too much ..." he says, covering her mouth with his hand.
"One, two, three ..." - account of the bottles which are now all on his side of the table. "Three, Lucien, three, not one hundred! You're not a heavy drinker, you know? "
" I know, "replied Lucien between a sob and another. "You want to drive you?" Then asks lengthening the car keys to me.
"More willingly, "cried. "I love guide your transatlantic"

Thursday, May 29, 2008

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chiefofsurgery @ 2008-05-29T20: 27:00

NOTE: This post contains Nicole, around half an interlude written by Dr Dubenko BGG. Happy reading!

> NICOLE \u0026lt;
"Lucien", screaming while sucking up the stairs my strawberry ice cream, "Lucien, would you like some ice cream? There are only two, one orange and the other al-"I'm coming lock the front door wide open chamber Lucien. "Oops! Excuse me ... "
"Oh, no, quiet, Nic. What do you say? "She asks while Lucien, shirtless, looking at the mirror that hangs on the wall of his room.
"Wondering if you like ice cream. But ... what are you doing? "
" Yuck ... "borobotta.
"What?", I entered.
"Look at that, but you see how I'm fat?"
"Fat?" He exclaimed. "Lucien, but what-"
"Look! Look! "Complains putting in profile. "They are wider than long!"
"But you see that belly!?" Do
another lick the ice cream and shake my head. "You're totally out, Lucien! Look, you're not fat at all! "
him anything, he shakes his head and puts her hands in her hair. "How bad ... I'm getting old"
"You're not fat at all, Lucien, and even old! And that's not the belly, are your abs! "I repeat. "Then he looks," says resting her hands on her hips, "You do not even love handles! You're perfect! "
" Forget it ", says moving away from me. "I absolutely correct ..." mumbles down again wearing the shirt.
I shrugged and tried again to ask: "So, the ice cream you want it or not?"
withering gaze Lucien is worth a thousand words.
"OK. Then no ice cream ... "
*** a few days later in hospital ***
'Prepare all folders relating to Ms. Sanders, from his first intervention in 2005 until the death of yesterday , okay? "
" Okay, "I reply while I take notes in the hall.
"Then make sure the postoperative Tanaka ..." continues Fizz.
"Aha ..."
"And, please, make a thorough examination to Mr. Bober, room 22."
"And Mrs. Hausmann?"
"Ah ... No, I take care of Mrs. Hausmann I," Fizz hasty answers.
"But how, the head of the fellows that lowers to make a preoperative visit to an appendectomy?"
Fizz at me uncertainly.
"I discovered, Fizz! Would you feel that the bendidio Hausmann, eh? "
" Julian! "
"Ha ha! What a face! "
" Stop! "
" Y'know what? "I ask back seriously. "Yours is a very good idea: the Hausmann maddens me."
"Come on ..."
"No, no, it's true: if you find that a lesbian tell me, please."
"Hello Nicole! Hello Gene! ", Greets us Dubenko passed.
"Good morning Dr. Dubenko" "Good morning, Lucien," - we answer.
"Ah, Nicole, would you do me a favor?"
"Sure, tell me," I ask a few steps approaching him.
"I heard that the gym floor is almost ready and you could inform you of when it opens, please?"
"The gym? Ah ... sure, I ... I do now. "
" OK, thanks. Thank you! "He says as he goes up the stairs.
When Lucien is far enough I take a deep sigh and exclaimed: "I can not believe now it is fixed and wants to go to the gym!"
"It was set for what?" Asks Fizz scribbles absently while on a folder.
"I think I'm getting old and is convinced being fat! "
'Well, actually it is not young any more ... go to the gym will do nothing but good!"
"What?" to cry at that asshole Gin Fizz. "What nonsense you say ?!?!"
" Hey, c-calm ... ", defends himself by raising his hands.
"See that man is a thousand times better shape than you! But look! You have less hair on the head of my grandfather, Walter, and your stomach is ... ugh! You seem to have a Halloween pumpkin under his coat! "I reply cackling. "Instead Dubenko you have any chest you can not even dream of, two apples and boiled like marble! "I conclude with my blood went all over the brain.
"Halloween Pumpkin? But how do you think of? And then is this history that you must always defend Dubenko?! You're just a big-leccap "
" Do not even try! "I interrupt him pointing his index finger against his nose aquiline. "That man saved my life, you know! If it were not for him, a month ago I would have returned to Indiana and now I'd be on a farm milking sheep! I have to thank him, and he alone, if after the story with Tammy I'm definitely not the head, then, Fizz: I'm not a lick and you have a Halloween pumpkin instead of the belly! All clear? "
next week *** ***
" Asystole ", Sam cries while in the emergency room before.
"I go with the internal massage! Force, the plates! "Says Morris.
"What have you for me? Or is it too late? ", Asking anyone in particular.
"We have a heartbeat," announces a fellow I've ever seen around but I do not know the name.
"Then you made me fall for anything ..." comment getting close to the patient. "Of What is this? "I ask the fellow with long brown hair.
"rupture", he answers with a deadpan tone.
"You're bleeding!" Adds Morris agitated.
"Good. Then we begin, I say, as I put a hand in the patient's chest open.
"Throw your hands out of there!" Says Morris, "I can not do the massage!"
"Hey you", I ask the fellow next to me, completely ignoring the cries of Morris, "What's your name? "
" Jane Figler. "
" Well, Jane, give me quell'elastico you have in your hair. "
She stares at me without moving.
"Yes, your elastic!"
Without batting an eye, Jane pulls him away, undoing his ponytail, and handed it to me.
"What are you going to do?" Asks Morris. "
Enlarge elastic between the fingers and I do a bit 'of open space in the chest of the patient.
" Doctor, do not is sterile, "says Figler said almost worried.
" The infection will! "says Sam.
'Stop It' s my patient, do not you liberty! "Morris yelled.
without listening to anyone with a quick gesture pull the aorta, the bend at the point of tearing and squeeze the rubber band. After that," The important thing is to get it in Surgery , infections can be cured, "I say casually. Then I remove obstacles to the gurney and said," Morris, you continue to do the massage. Sam, calls and Surgery 'to prepare a room with the circulatory system outside! Let's go! " Finally I turn to Figler: "Good job." Then, on the threshold of the door, throwing a last glance of understanding. She stares at me with that which distinguishes indifferent and I feel particularly excited.
During the ascent in the elevator I can not help thinking about her: she has a particular way of doing so is a girl ... a little 'odd, but very interesting ... I wonder if you lesbian? We hope to be at least bisexual!
At the fourth floor, get out quickly in the corridor. There are meeting and nurse Shirley Fitz.
"I understand you correctly? A hair spray? "Are the first words of Gin Fizz.
"was the only way to stop the bleeding. At this hour would be the next world ", ignoring the look of disapproval comment Shirley. "Now it's all yours," cried mocking at the Fitz that if is leading the way to the operating room. 'm Like 'hello hello' with his hand and burst out laughing. But then I think about it: who knows, maybe I have overdone it this time ... Suddenly, the door of the stairs I check before my eyes with a feline leap the chief surgeon in person.
"Lucien!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, Nicole, good morning!"
"But ... what ... what did you do? You're all sweaty ... "
" I was so far out in the gym! What satisfaction ... I've seen how much fluid expelled? "Asks proud touching his shirt completely soaked with sweat.
"Um ... How about a refreshing shower?"
"But of course!" He exclaims happily going towards the changing rooms. "Here, how are you? Everything under control? "Asks turning on himself while walking.
"All right," motioning to say 'OK' with his hand, leaving aside any possible reference to my little invention of surgical few minutes ago.
I come home exhausted after a 18-hour shift, they are half past ten in the evening and the bus is half empty. I get off the bus, I do some step by North Page Avenue and entered the driveway. I cross the door by a big yawn and noisy, the ground floor is all dark, who knows, maybe they are all in bed. I go to the kitchen to find something to eat. With the light coming from outside my way to the refrigerator and open it. Let's see: eggs, milk, yogurt, chocolate syrup, maple syrup, ketchup, mustard, lettuce, asparagus, tomatoes, spinach, cinnamon bagels, cheese spreads, cheese, olives, Emmentaler, turkey salad made by yesterday, chicken breasts, filet of cod, tuna in brine, oranges, peaches ... Uff, full of stuff and I do nothing! Collapse dissatisfied with the door and I stand with my back to the fridge. "Oh God! What are you doing here in the dark!? "He exclaimed Lucien seeing sitting at the kitchen table. "I want to take a hit?!?"
"Sorry ..." he says softly.
turn on the light and sit across the table. "Lucien ... Hey ... what's up?"
shakes his head. "Nothing ..."
"Nothing? And nothing you'd be there all alone in the dark folded on the kitchen chair? Next, tell me what it is. "
Lucien looked at me and shakes his head. I reach
supporting arms on the table. "What happens to you, Lucien? Have you been a week all excited for this story of the gym, I saw you so happy ... And now instead? You have come your stuff? "
I scan the faces of Lucien and I see that paints a half smile.
"It 's useless, Nicole," he mutters to his feet.
"The whole thing pointless? I do not understand. "
" The fitness, fat, thin ... crap like that. "
'Well, a few days ago do not accept the bullshit!" Comment getting up too.
Lucien shrugs. "As far as exercise can be done, Nicole, how many pounds can lose in two years will carry fifty. And this, nothing and nobody can change it. "
I look up to heaven. "Is that all? Do you have a midlife crisis? Next, Lucien! You are more than these crap, come on! "
" Goodnight, Nicole ", cut short time to exit the room.
I let it go, then I stand at the threshold and follow him with his eyes while climbing the stairs sadly. "'Night ..." he whispered. Then I draw a breath and go back to the kitchen. Idea! I'm going to open the door to the left of the cupboard and there it is ...: a bar of dark chocolate with 85% pure cocoa! Uhhh ...
> Dubenko \u0026lt;
I climb the stairs and I lock myself in the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and the first thing I notice is the hair are growing back look how it curls ... then I take off my T-shirt, sweat pants, socks, boxers, and slip in the shower.
I let the copious amounts of boiling water over his back, close my eyes and try to relax. It makes me a terrible doubt: what day is today?! I touch your left wrist, but the clock is not there. What day is it?!? Turn off water and open the shutter door of the shower. Completely soaked with water, I go running down the hall toward my room, sling room and shut the door violently behind me. trying to erase from his mind the fact that they just passed in the hall bathroom and - most importantly - completely naked, I look the clock: 20! Today is 20, damn it! And it is 23:54! In Italy are the ... quarter to seven. The invisible hand is a snap: 23.55. Uff ... I do? Another tic: 23:56. If I decide, will soon be 21 and have not be worth the trouble ... more Tic! 23:57 Now or never! I slip under the covers - someone could get in, you never know - and yet is drenching the mattress and the sheets, pick up the phone and dial the number. The 23:59, just in time!
"Hmm ... Hello? "
" Katherine, I am. "
" Lucien? What the ... "
" Hello, excuse the time, I know that it's seven ... "
" Hmm ... Well? "
" So ... Happy Birthday! "
" What? "I feel it move, it be sure turn over in bed, maybe you are pulling up down. "Call me at seven o'clock in the morning ... for me ...", stops to deliver a resounding yawn that I get directly from the other side of the Atlantic Ocean," excuse ... to greet me? "
" Actually, I also arrived late! But this has just struck midnight, if I want to forgive ... "
At the other end of the phone, Katherine is a moment in silence. Then answers: "Do you want to romp *? What do you get the jokes phone in the middle of the night? "
I burst out laughing.
"I'm glad, I hear you're having fun!" She says ironically.
"Come on, Kath, stop ..."
"No, no, stop you! I was doing a beautiful dream - Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise in 'Interview with the Vampire', gave him the other night on TV - and you wake me up just to remind me that I am a decrepit old! The way you think? "
" ... OK, sorry. "
" No, come on, you joke ... sorry ... Indeed, thanks. "
For a moment it was surprised by its unexpected sweetness. "Please," I reply thus met.
"Changing the subject ..."
"From your old age?"
"Exactly. How are you? "
" Me? "
" Are not you depressed, do you? "
" ... "
" TRUE? "
" No ... "I reply unconvinced.
"Ugh ..."
"What's to snort?"
"You! I asked you not to bring you down, and instead feel that voice! "
" What voice? "
" Lucien, I know you, you are the type that is thrown down. But you have to feel comfortable e-"
" How do you feel comfortable? "
"No, I do not mean ch ..."
"You want me to ignore it?"
"Oh, Lucien, you're an amazing stuff : to give advice to you is like kicking the wall! "
" Ha, Look Who's Talking! "
" Ugh ... Listen, I just want you to be comfortable. Just do not know what to do! "
" One way we would, "he says resolutely. He knows too: it must come back to me, by me and Mika, to be a family again, all three together.
"Lucien, I have to listen ... say something. "
" Yes ... d-tell. "
" Michael called me. "
" What? "I ask in a faint voice.
"I mean, I had called the day ... Well, you were out together one evening and he called me the next day ... ... And me ...", I feel swallowed by phone, "... told me your conversation ... well, what you told me that night. "
- flashback -
" I do not want no woman. Nothing but her. "
" She who? "
" Katherine. "
" Lucien, you have divorced fifteen years ago, she dumped you and you do not have most wanted, how much fucking time do you want to lose again?! You can not ruin my life for her! "
" No, Michael. I love you, Kath is the only woman I want. If it is a matter of time, I'll wait. "
" But if Katherine has had fifteen years of time and was never rebuilt alive! You're an idiot, Lucien! Why do you want to repeat the same mistake over and over? "
" There is an error, the Other women have been mistakes. "
" How can you be so sure you're doing the right thing? "
" What I feel inside: this can not be wrong. It can not. "
--- end flashback ---
A shiver runs along the back.
"Lucien, I thank you for your kind words and for your affection, but I ... I do not deserve this. I do not deserve it. "
" What do you mean, is not it! "
'It is true indeed. Do not match your feelings, Lucien, I-"
" Stop! "
" I'm not capable, I can not. "
" Katherine! "he exclaimed in exasperation.
"Please, forget it."
"NO! I'm not giving up, I will-"
" Please ... "
" Katherine, you-"
" Let me loose. "
" Katherine! "
" Katherine! Hello? "- That has happened, he hung up?
nervously Redial the number wrong in a couple of occasions to press the buttons. In the end I can not. ... It 's off: then he hung up on purpose ... There is a recorded message: ... she is not called upon to reach: please try again later. Thanks . I try not to fly into a rage: maybe you downloaded the phone? No, I know too well, in my opinion ... Please try later. Thank you. The person you called is not currently Ragg - hang up the phone with violence. The rise and remit furiously down several times. He hung up, damn it! Why is it so?!? Why?!?
> NICOLE \u0026lt;
As I climb the stairs began to feel a slight pain in abdomen: I've eaten too much chocolate? But no, it was just a finger ... And they say that chocolate is good, no? Arrival at the top of the stairs holding my hand on my tummy hurt Ohio ... Suddenly the door opens the room to Lucien and he appears in front of half-naked with only a sheet around his waist.
has a strange look in the eyes look angry, but happy ... and why is half naked? The midlife crisis make these jokes?!
"You know, Nicole", debuted well out of the blue, "it is strange, but sometimes a refusal can give you a lot more full of hope."
"... Eh?"
"I will not give, Nic . Rest assured that I will not. "
I look at him wrong. "You do not just tell me ... and then what are you doing around the house half naked?"
Lucien's face appears a smile. Not to mention a step toward me, give me a kiss on the cheek and, as usual, quiet trots to the bathroom. I raise my arm and, as stunned and touched my cheek with the hand. E 'boiling.
*** *** the next day in hospital
around the corridors of the ward constantly looking behind. I'm terrified to see him appear in every corner of the corridor. I am in total paranoia. Since yesterday evening. That kiss on the cheek ... He only covered with a sheet ... and that look! I can not get out of my head the feeling of his lips on my cheek! Oh my god oh my god oh my god ...
"Julian!" I
a start: he is!! - I will block and sit in the middle of the corridor, as if paralyzed.
"Hey, Julian, are you deaf? "
breathed a sigh of relief. "Fitz ... as you can think of these jokes make me?" I say turning back.
"What? What tricks? "
shake my head. "Forget it ... By the way, you know where Dubenko?"
"I know it's back in the gym, you know."
"Again?! Ok,, better that way. "I will ring the pager. "It 's emergency room, Fitz, I have to evaporate. See you later! "Exclaimed jumping to the elevators.
"Where do I go for a consultation?" I ask Jerry to acceptance.
"Box Four."
nod and quickly through the corridor, threw open the curtain and find myself in front of my favorite fellow Jane.
"Good morning, Dr. Figler."
"It'll be okay, right?" Asks the patient concerned.
"Sure, lady, relax," I reply while the belly button.
"The Tac?" I ask Jane.
"White blood cells are eleven two," he says running his plates. The
examine a few seconds and then announced: "The appendix slightly inflamed, not filled with oral contrast ... sounds like a principle of appendicitis! "
" Oh, no! I have to be made? "
" Do not worry, "reassured the patient places a hand on his arm," The removal by laparoscopy and tomorrow will already be home! The nurse will bring the agreement to be signed. "Then I turn to Jane:" Got a minute? "I ask you making them a nod.
Without a word, Jane four out of the box next to me: we are just next to the main counter, I support it with his elbow and asks: "Look, Jane, you want to take a break? How about some coffee? "
you, with his usual phlegm, take the time to respond, then he opens his mouth to say something, but ...
" Hey, Nicole! "- My hair stands on end all I'm thinkin ': Oh, no! E 'Lucien!
Here he is smiling at us. I do not know what to do: that embarrassment! And if it comes and kisses me again?! Oh my god oh my god ... I can not, I will not! At that moment I jumped to mind a crazy idea. Lucien is coming ... If I do not now ... now or never! I spun around to Jane, I pass a hand through his hair on his neck and pushing his approach to my face, then snapped a sound kiss on the lips. I do not want to know what Jane is thinking of me, I just want Lucien ... I understand that I can not stay with him! Why him ... he is a man!
With the corner of my eye I see Lucien go by quickly, do not look down. Rest a few seconds attached to the mouth of Jane - which among other things, has not moved a single muscle of his body in all this time - and then I moved away from her. I bite my lower lip and try to guess from his blank look what may be tried: he is happy? She is angry? E 'confused? E 'excited? I have not the faintest idea. I do strength and support him on the shoulder. "So you see, Jane," I say before you turn around and walk as if nothing had happened to the stairs.
*** ***
that evening for dinner tonight
Mika is not: it is by his girlfriend, Joy, and I'm here at the table alone with Lucien, who has not done one word in ten minutes. And I can not do the same, embarrassed to death for my scene this morning in the ER. Lucien spend another five minutes and gets up. "I'm sorry, Nicole, but I have to go finish a thing. They are there if you need study, says she went away. I remain thoughtfully to finish my dessert, then I get up and start clearing the table. Half an hour later
are in my room to walk back and forth while I ponder what to do: How do I explain to Lucien's why I did it? I wonder now how you feel ... I can not not talk to him, I feel guilty ... But what I say? And how do I tell? He is so sweet ... tender, sensitive ... How do I reject it again? I do not dare! Of course now, after the kissing scene with Jane should have realized ... I think about two more minutes and then I surrender: enough, I tell him, what will be will be.
Esco running from my room and throws down the stairs. Arriving at the door of the study panting.
"Hey, Nic, what happened?" I asked Lucien, raising his head from his papers.
"Can I talk?"
"Sure, come inside."
I make a step inside and I am standing in front of him. "Lucien, listen to what happened this morning ..."
Lucien squeezes his eyes, does not seem to understand.
"That thing that happened to the emergency room ..."
"Oh," exclaims settling his spectacles on his nose, "Well I saw ... 'What can I say, I'm happy for you, if you found someone you like .... "
" Yes, that's ... well ... the truth is that ... you know ... phew! "
" Come on, Nicole, you can talk quietly, you know, "he said folding his hands on lap. I
a deep breath and go: "Well, I'm with Jane. I this morning I kissed her, but it was the first time, and do not even know if she likes me! I do not even know if a lesbian! "
Lucien remains open mouth. ... But then ... why did you kiss her?"
Expiro weakly. "I did it for you, Lucien."
"For me?"
"Yes, well ... I do not want to give you false hope ... I know you do not want to surrender and that we still hope, but I do not ... I can not, well ..."
"I ... I hope so, "
" You told me you last night: you do not want to surrender, that my refusal gave you ... "
Lucien puts her hand over her mouth.
"... gave you the position ..." I see
struggling to hold back a laugh.
"What ... what ... I said something funny?"
"Oh, Nic ... What have you got it! "babbles and then bursts out laughing.
"But Ugh, why are you laughing?! I thought if you saw me with a woman you would understand! You know I want you, but I did not want-"
" haha! Ahahahaha! "- Now Lucien laughs heartily.
"... I did not want you to face another rejection, that is." I start with hands on hips, fed up with this situation. "So, I want to explain what's so funny?", I end up crying.
"Oh, Nic, I'm sorry ... but you've misunderstood!"
"I'm sorry, really! But I never imagined that you ... And then that evening I had gone completely melted! "
" But you kissed me! "
" Sorry, I was beside myself, I do not know why I did it ... "
" I did you take a shot! I thought you were infatuated with me again! You were practically naked and you kissed me, what I think? "
" I'm sorry, Nicole, "he repeated," Excuse me ... "
Eventually I give up. "OK, come on, let it go. Now it's gone. "
Lucien sulking and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Can you forgive me?"
I can not help smiling. "This time ..." Even
Lucien smiles, then after a few seconds back and tip his serious gray eyes on me. "I was referring to Katherine."
"That evening, I was talking to Katherine."
"Ah ... your ex-wife?"
"Yes. And 'I was talking to her. E 'with you that I will not give up. You know, I thought about it, and I came to the conclusion that even if she does not want me now, even if she insists on rejecting them, I do not care, I'm not giving up. Enough with the depression, enough self-pity! Not I care if they are old, young, fat or thin: I've decided for her commitment to becoming the best person I can. "He pauses a moment to catch my breath, holding his right hand in a tight fist. "I want to be the best person I can for her. And she will notice it. Want to be an excellent surgeon, an excellent father, an excellent husband. The ambition and the will power I do not miss, Nicole. So, "concludes with a light in his eyes that I have rarely seen before," I'm not going to back down. I do not care how long it will last or what is important is that when she wants, I'll be ready. I'll be there for her. "
Suddenly I feel two tears run slowly down his cheeks. I feel their warmth and their moisture plow my face.
"Nic ... Hey, what's wrong?" Lucien asks me worried.
sniffed. "You're a wonderful person," he mumbled through her tears.
"What?" Whispered gently lift the chin with a finger.
"I said you're a person Meraglia!" He exclaimed.
"But you say ... I'm just a poor fool, I'm not at all,"
"I do not know if you're the best person in the world, Lucien, but for sure for sure ... you're the best person I've ever known! "I reply giving me about him and squeeze in a hug. Lucien himself to be embraced, then I stroked her hair and surrounds me with his strong arms and warm. I support my head on his chest, close my eyes and listen to the beats of silence in his heart.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Koleston Colour Chart Reds

to look into the past ...

folded over the toilet bowl, I wipe my mouth with toilet paper, spray the inside and pull the toilet. Disgusted, I get up, get out of the cab and go to the bathroom sinks. Standing before the mirror, look at my face, white as a sheet, and two dark bags that I frame the eyes. I really fear ... I take off my glasses and I open a faucet, cold water I repeatedly rinsing the face and mouth. After I dried my face and put his glasses, I take a deep breath and I'm going back to the ward. In
corridor crossing Nicole.
"Hey, Lucien, where was she? So, come with me, we have lunch together?"
Lunch? I just put the sandwich I ate half an hour ago .... "No thanks, I'm not hungry," I reply.
"Ah ... ok. But you feel good? You are a bit 'pale .. "
" Sure? "Insists scrutinizing.
" Sure. "
" Okay ... See you later then. "
I'll give a nod with his head and continued my walk down the hall, rummaging in the pockets of the coat looking for a mint.
*** *** the next day
"Lucien, I can talk a while?" She asks Nicole.
"Sure, tell me."
"We ... do you mean ...", pointing to the door of my room.
"Ah, if you like ... Let's go to my office."
enter before I leave Nicole and I follow. I can sit on the chair while I support the desk.
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"Of you, Lucien."
"About me ..?"
"Yes. I am seriously concerned, Lucien. "
" How come? "
'Well, you behave as if nothing had happened, but I see it as you are!"
frowned. "Why, how do I look?"
"You tell me," Nicole replies by crossing his arms over his chest.
shrugged. "Whatever that is ... The usual routine ..."
Nic shakes his head.
"What?" I ask.
"Are you a big head, Lucien. You can not pretend that nothing is forever!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Of you, Lucien! You see far a mile you're suffering like a dog, but do not want to admit! But you can not resist so long, you realize? "
stubbornly remain silent and keep his eyes away from Nicole.
" Please ignore it, Lucien, is not a solution! In this way you're only hurting! "
I stand up." If we waste time with these useless talk, Nicole, is that you better go. "
He jumps up and plant his gaze straight in my eyes. "No. I'm not leaving until you admit it. "
" Admit what? "
" Do not be dumb: tell me! "
" What? "
"Tell me, LUCIEN! Tell me in the face!"
Nicole does not respond and continues to look at me straight in the eye.
"What will change ...", repeat this time with the voice broken by a narrow throat.
Nicole looks down and bites her lip. Nothing else is silent and leaves the room. Just approaching the door behind him, I feel my eyes start to burn and fill with tears.
May 1976 ****************** ******************
Dubenko Lucien puts the plastic cap to the pen and stands up. He takes his papers, collects the folder from the ground, first to move towards the chair, puts a ball of paper on the desk companion who sits behind him. Professor Hobbes rolls his eyes fixed on the boy from the lenses of his glasses. Holding the left hand on the newspaper he is reading, extends the right to take over the task of chemical Dubenko.
From the bottom of the class you will hear voices: "You see?" "Have you delivered!" "What a nerd!"
"Silence!" Cries the Professor Hobbes stretching in his chair. "Shut up and do your job! "
Lucien starts toward the door, and just before leaving, he gives a quick look at his classmates, all still leaning on the counter.
Lucien jolted the school library. "Are you crazy, Michael?! Behind this attack, make me a shot! "
" I finished, LUCIEN! Michael EVVA !!!", cried, waving his arms in the air.
"Yes, but you've made any mistakes this time?" Asked Lucien seriously.
"Look," Michael begins putting himself astride a chair, "I changed things in the first period and in the third. And the last I left it in half. You say, can go? "
Lucien nods. "I think so. Finally, you learned how to copy the tasks in the classroom! "
" Gne Gne Gne. Hear me now. What do you think if I tell you that we are invited to the feast of Lydia Grossman? "
" Grossman who? The cheerleader? "
" Exactly! "
" Are you kidding? How did you make up an invitation? "
" Simple! I spoke with her friend Ruth, who told me that they needed a stereo for the party. I told her I did have I so I won an invitation to the party. "
" Michael, but you do not have a stereo ... "
" Yes, but she mica knows? "
"Wait, I asked if I could bring a friend and she said yes! Lucien, you realize: we are invited to a party! "
" No Michael, we are not invited, we are only using it to have a stereo! That we have not! "
Michael extends his arms and nods to Lucien to wait. "Shut up and listen: there will be Cindy."
Lucien hangs and stays with his mouth half open.
"Yes, that's right!"
"C-Cindy ...? Cindy Walters? "
Michael nods.
"Cindy ..."
"And Cindy with her friend Rebecca is also the fourth year! Do you realize?! The busty! "
" Yes, but are you sure that you understand? Said Cindy? Cindy Walters? "
" Yes! Listen, we must find a way to make us both! "
" It is said that Cindy Michaels? OR ... Deborah Walters or ..? "
" Christ, Lucien, he says Walters, Cindy Walters, the blonde! You want to toe with this paranoia? "
" But then it is true ... Let's go to the party with Cindy! "
" Ugh ... do not go to the party 'by' Cindy: we go to the party 'to try to get slinguazzare with' Cindy! Not only! Let's go to the party also, and above all, to me slinguazzare, Michael Voigt, with Rebecca McPherson, tectonics of the fourth year! "
" Rebecca, Cindy, this is the My friend Lucien. "
"Hello!" "Nice!"
alllunga Lucien's arm and shaking hands with two girls, focusing on the particularly soft and smooth, Cindy, the blond-haired angel.
"Lucien ... Yes ... But now let it resume its hand, ok?" Involved pulling off his friend Michael.
Lucien makes us even if, as is lost in the beautiful smile of sweet Cindy.
"Then," says Michael, "Do you want to go out in the garden? We chat under the stars? "
Four out out: you can hear the crickets sing and the air is fresh. Michael and Rebecca settle a few feet away from other, astride a tree trunk that serves as the bench, while Cindy and Lucien sit opposite each other around a table of gray plastic.
Cindy clears his throat and looks around nervously while Lucien martyrs holding hands under the table. His heart beats wildly and struggling to breathe.
"It 's nice here, do not you think?", Then asks Cindy.
Lucien nods.
"You are in the same class as Michael?"
Lucien nods again.
"But you speak, sometimes, or not?" Cindy asks jokingly.
Lucien stirs and emits a strange sound, halfway between hysterical laughter and a gasp of despair. Cindy giggles, covering her mouth with his hand, his hand soft and smooth.
"S-you know, is that ... phew ... no ... does not make you hot?" - Are the first true words that Lucien manages to get out of the mouth.
"It makes you hot?" Cindy says with amazement. "The truth is almost cold to me ..."
"You want my jacket?", Lucien cries jumping up. Unfortunately, with its rush hits the table that begins to stagger. "Oops! He he he! Sorry!, "Chuckles Lucien. "Here, put this," he says taking off his denim jacket and placing it on the shoulders of Cindy.
Lucien nods, smiling, and he returns to his place. He feels it is beginning to take courage. That jacket was un'ideona, a stroke of genius!
After a few minutes the night sky begins to cloud cover, and the East begins to blow a cold mountain wind. Lucien shrugs and with all his might try beginning your conversation.
"You and ... ... and Lydia are good friends ...?" can come up with superhuman effort.
"Yes, we know from elementary school. Our parents attend the same club, tennis and golf. "
" b-Ah ... well ... I get it. "
" But I've never seen at the Valley Club: we never come? "
" No I do not do much ... ... sport. "
" How come? "
Lucien shrugs. "N-no-p ... I do not like it, not for me. Well, ... "
" How strange! "Says Cindy," To all the boys like sport! "
Lucien does not know what to say. But if you can not find a suitable answer, Cindy thinks he's weird, or believe that he's gay ... This thought terrifies him: if it is convinced that he is gay, his hopes are equal to zero with Cindy ... Short of ideas , Lucien leans to the right to seek the help of Michael. Do not believe his eyes locked together on the tree trunk, Michael and Rebecca are making out big time. Lucien struggles and hidden object: the hand of Michael is wandering in the middle of the breasts of Rebecca. Here's why the 'busty' ...
"Everything okay?" Asked Cindy.
Lucien suddenly felt his heart beat a thousand resumes: Michael if you are slinguazzando Rebecca, because he should not slinguazzarsi Cindy? The very thought sends him into fibrillation. His body begins to send signals telling and Lucien does not know what to do.
"It makes you hot?" Asked Cindy. "Your face is all red ..."
Oh no, thought Lucien, that figure! But can not do it, and would love to see what Michael does. What ... What is that thing that is pulling out of the neckline of her shirt? Lucien does not want to believe Michael is pulling the bra!
now on the verge of a state of shock, Lucien tries to concentrate on something, anything that is not sex.
"T-you ... you like detective novels?"
"What, sorry?"
A chill wind shivers the small Lucien.
"A-I-I love Agatha Christie."
absent expression of Cindy is worth a thousand words. But his lips pink, upturned nose, and those hazel eyes clouded the meaning of the little Lucien, who does not notice and continues stubbornly to his speech.
"His latest book, S- curtain, is the latest with Her-Hercule Poirot! P-I prefer novels with Miss Marple, Poirot is also well ... nice and ... "Lucien stop for breath, and then returns the Curtain ... Captain Hastings, who is ... my absolute favorite character! "
Cindy, not knowing what to say, it begins to look around. Finally
Lucien realizes that the doll in front of you is getting bored to death. It is urgent to find another topic of conversation ...
"... You've seen pictures of Mars?"
"Pictures taken by the Viking spacecraft that landed on Mars! Or, as one would say rightly ammartata. You have not seen? "
Cindy shakes her head.
"You see the soil of Mars, you see the big rocks ... And the last one passed on to those? Fantastic, but we think we are talking about Mars! Is not it incredible? "
" Hey, Lisa! "Says Cindy at a group of girls who are passing by the two.
"Cindy!" "What are you doing here?" Caw her friends approaching.
"You're going inside?"
"Yes, it's cold out here." "Come with us?"
Another icy wind behind the poor Lucien.
"Yes, coming!" Answers Cindy standing up without hesitation.
instinct, and education, it also raises Lucien.
"Oh, you're right, sorry, your jacket ..." Cindy is taking off his jacket and placing it on the table.
"N-no, I did not want to ... ..."
"Thanks for everything, hello."
Cindy greets him summarily as the friends they take and carry away.
Lucien defers sitting alone and can not find the courage to get back wearing the vest, which has been in contact with the skin smooth and scented with Cindy. Holding it in his arms, clasps him tightly.
"Hey, Lucien! Where is your babe? "
" Michael ... "
" E 'with Becca went to the bathroom? "
Lucien shook his head.
"It 's gone to get a drink? Did you let her go alone? "
Lucien shook his head. "She's gone."
"What, gone?"
"There 's been in with her friends."
"What! And what are you doing here? Go! "
Lucien shook his head.
"What thou hast in mind? Sawdust? Go ' from her, now! "
Lucien fixing the gray plastic of the table.
"Now you come with me," says Michael Lucien, taking his arm. "I'll drag us by force, damn it!"
Lucien does not resist and was accompanied by Michael at home. Here the music is deafening - and then someone finally brought the car stereo.
"Do you see?" Asked Michael.
Lucien shook his head.
"Let's try the other room!"
looked everywhere, but Cindy is not even there.
"What do you say, let's try it on?" asked Lucien Directing the index upward.
"OK," replies Michael.
The two did not have time to get on that first step, the top of the ramp, see Cindy hugging Doug Ross, the shortstop of the baseball team of the school. They're kissing. Him with his hands on his chest, she shakes her muscular forearms.
Michael remains open mouth, then turns to Lucien. Her look is revealing. Michael swallows, then try putting a hand on the shoulder of his friend, who, however, goes off with one click.
"I'm going, Michael."
"Come on, Lucien, wait."
"We See you tomorrow at school.
"No, come on, stay! You're a bit 'with me and Rebecca. "
Lucien shook his head. "See you tomorrow," repeated before wedged through the crowd toward the door.
Michael resists for a while ', but ultimately can not do it. Runs Rebecca, greets her with a kiss, and runs out of the house of Lydia, which was launched in pursuit of his best friend.
little later *** ***
"Hmm ... I never tire of these chips!" Michael says with his mouth smeared with ketchup. "You is not it?"
shrugs and continues to turn his potato dish soaked in ketchup.
"I the Bartels Giant Burger him nominated for the Nobel Prize! Are you in? "
Lucien nods.
"Come on, Lu! Shoot out! Cindy that if you do not deserve you prefer a lousy baseball player! "
Lucien bites his chips.
"That Ross has assembled a total head of a turnip! You know it's so stupid that has been rejected for the license exam? Tze! "
Lucien began to chew nervously.
"And it's not even that cute ... Have you seen who has one leg longer than the other? "
" What? "
" Yes! The left seems to me ... No, no, indeed, is the longest right! "
" Come on ... "
" I say yes! "
Lucien smiles.
"oohh! Finally a smile! Jesus, thank you! The older boy down the story is able to smile! "
" Ahaha ... haha ... "
" I can not believe! "Shouts Michael standing. "Ladies and gentlemen-
" Stop, idiot! ", it will resume Lucien pulling his arm.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is the event of the year! Right here at Bartels Giant Burger of Redding, California! "
" Hahaha ... Stop ... Hahaha ... "
" A round of applause, ladies and gentlemen! A round of applause for the smile of the most depressed guy in history! "
******************* ********* May 2008 *********
"Dad ..."
I shake myself hearing the voice of Mika. With goggle fixed my son who is sitting in the doorway of my room.
"Pa, are you okay?" Do not you want to dine? "
shake my head. No, I do not like. These are days that I can not make a complete meal. I do not like, I do not go down at all.
"Listen ...", Mika starts coming toward me.
I shot a bit 'on the back, while remaining seated on the bed. "Yes, what is? Is something wrong?" I ask.
Mika reached out and sits on the bed to my right. "Yes, Dad, you."
"I do not dine there three nights and you're up here all alone ..."
"Look, I understand it is for your friend ... but why do not you come a bit 'down with us?"
shake my head.
"Come on!"
I again shook his head.
"Then I can stay here with you?"
I opened my eyes: the demand for Mika surprise me.
"Would you rather I go away?"
"No ... No, Mika, stay. Stay here, please, "whispered placing a hand behind his neck.
Mika approaches again and, stretching his arms, he shakes in a big hug. After an initial moment of surprise I hold strong, long.
"Come here beside me," I finally get by Mika on the bed.
remains for some minutes in silence, sitting side by side with your legs straight on the mattress, his back against the headboard.
"You miss a lot?"
"You were friends for so long?"
"From middle school ..."
shake my head. "I still can not believe ... it does not seem possible ..."
"How old were you?"
"My age ... And '... it's like I lost a brother ... "
" Hmm. "
Oh, Mika, I'm so sorry! You do not have any brothers or sisters ... Your mother and I we were not able, we could not get this gift.
"Dad, tell me how to have a brother?"
Sigh. "You know, Mika, having a brother is like ... like ... have another yourself. Not the same person, because it's not like you. Indeed, two brothers are almost always different in many things, sometimes just the opposite ... But it's like seeing in a mirror: two complementary sides of the same individual. When you a brother, you're sure he will understand you, always. Even if he has a different opinion, even if he makes different choices for you ... you're sure he'll be there, always. It 's a bit like ... "
" How? "
I take another deep sigh. "As the relationship I have ... I had with your mother."
Mika looks at me eyes wide.
"Yes, Mika. Your mother and I are completely different, two totally opposite characters, and yet I know I can count on you, always. And so, you can count on me. "
" Even after all that has happened, even after you get divorced? "
" Yes ", answer instinctively. Then I'll take a few seconds to think about it, but ultimately the answer is. "Yes, Mika, even today. And I do not think this will change. Although we are far, if we separate our feelings can not change, Mika. They will never change ... "
Mika does not react, is thought to head down. I guess for him it is difficult to understand a thing, I guess you're wondering why we were Katherine and I left, even if we feel such strong feelings for each other.
"Look, Dad," says Mika jumping up to side of the bed. "Now come down to dinner with us, though."
"I can not, really ..."
"Come on, pa! Make an effort! "
" It's not that I want, Mika, is that I'm not hungry right: I closed my stomach, I can not eat! "
" Ugh ... Listen to me: I make you a little something . Eh?
"You? Since when do you cook? "
" Now ... cooking is not quite the right word, PA. But you prepare for something that I always did my mother when I had a bad day or wanted to do something to forgive! "
"How?" I ask smiling.
"Yes, yes, she always worked with! I ate and felt better immediately! So, come on? "
How can I say no?
"Okay, Mika, I come down. Just give me a couple of minutes, okay?
"Yay Mika !!!", exclaims, clapping her hands. "I will run down and prepare everything! But hurry, eh! "
Waiting for Mika leave the room and jot down your legs out of bed. Now I get up, I think, and instead rest motionless, with hands tightly pressed against the mattress. No, I can not believe. Michael is gone. I close my eyes. We had not seen rarely, it is true, but we always stayed in touch, we felt it often enough ... I put my hands in my hair and shake my head. How will I overcome this? I accepted the death of my father, I accepted my mother's ... but this is too hard, I can not.
open my eyes and I look at my hands, look at the back of my left hand, look at your ring finger, the phalanx of bare where once I kept the faith. Katherine. God, how I wish he were here now. So I need you right now ... You knew Michael, you understand how hard it is for me ... I have it next, I would hug her, I want ... What a fool I am! She came here a week ago, had left Italy to be with me and see how I was, and I treated badly, I sent it away. What a fool! Idiot!
Finally I stand up. I try to force me and I decided to go down. Just before that exceeds the threshold, however, I hear the phone ringing. It 's a message. I go back, take it from above the table and I open it. Gape: I can not believe!
E 'Katherine, "Hello Lu! I wanted to hear how you were. How are you? Take care, eh, do not bring you down! "
I shake my head no, it is Right now you can ... I was thinking about her! Incredible ... I hit the reply button, then three times for the 6 'O' and twice for 5 "K".
wait for the return message occurred and close the phone. Back on my bike to go down to Mika when I get another SMS. Go back and re-open the phone. It 's still her, "OK?? You must promise me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!»
I can not suppress a smile.
"promise." I say.