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"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 ..."
"Of?"
"... to lose ..."
"Losing?"
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.
"Lucien."
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

*** WARNING: INCOMING CALL INCOMING CALL ... ... ...
But what's that? ?
ENTRY ... ... ... INCOMING CALL CALL ...
It 's my phone!
... INCOMING CALL ... CALL ...
How do I respond?! I know this system does not yet use ... "Hello?"
... INPUT FROM: KATHERINE SULLIVAN
... 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 ... "

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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.

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"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.

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'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."

"What!"

"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.

" ACH, ŻAŁUJE ZA ZŁOŚCI ME! "

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.

"OH MY GOD!", I repeat Magda. " JEDYNIE DLA TWEJ MIŁOŚCI! "

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.

"So?"

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.

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"Come on! She also is Indiana, "cried addressing the patient. "Where?"

"Muncie."

"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.

"Stop."

"Who are you? "I ask.

Silence. I feel the thin fingers that I rearranged the tape over his eyes.

"Jane?"

"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 ..."

"There!"

"Stay strong case."

"You are exceptional, Jane ..."

"So?"

"Hmm ... yes, continue ..."

"You do not move."

... ... bzzzBBZZZbzzzBBZZZ

"Oh, no!"

"What?"

"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."

"JANE!"

"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.

"Lucien?"

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!"

"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"