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The new week had barely begun, that the house phone rang again.
was usually quiet it. Family called only rarely without a formal occasion, and "family" knew and used the phone number of the Padres in the office. And friends were interested in very little in telephone equipment - it snowed just come unannounced, as is common in this area was common practice.
had Nevertheless, in recent weeks, more or less regularly, at least, rang the bell more often than normal. There were certainly a profound reason, which had just been no one can establish, each time the phone was lifted, was only a dial tone listen. Mom was like this for so offended - they had never made a secret of the fact that they are also objects could be angry - that they simply refused to lose listeners at all. At least they said this
And it rang again. With Father on the road was left with Mary, to take off. Socks on it slid across the floor in the hall came to a halt in the doorway and grabbed the receiver on the wall.
"Yes?" Here it was customary to make themselves as vague as possible, and she Tippelt already uneasy with his toes around the floor - actually they wanted later to the cinema, and by then she had to have sucked dust.
But the voice that answered her beat with a brutal blow to Alltagsmarotten from the bones.
"M. .. Maria?"
"Pascal?" Her breath flattened, and her eyes were hot.
"Schsch. .. Are you alone?"
Her breathing was restless, once, twice, she cast a timid glance over their shoulders so that her hair rustled through the handset, and then she took a deep breath.
"Are you stupid? Mom turns already through with worry," she hissed angrily, while her face was just hot and bubbly. "Where are you hiding?"
"Can ..." At the other end of the line it just snorted. "Can I will not say it is complicated -."
"complexity? Totally selfish! Pascal, you're Gone Crazy! You come home immediately! "
" Mary, I'm sorry, I ... "
" you sorry? Tell that to Mom and Dad, you idiot! ! You already have mobilized all resources to look after you, "She sniffed briefly, clutching the phone, and wiped the water from the elbow to the face;. Their eyebrows mere incidental ornament which herauskristallsierenden steep fold
" Maria ... "The voice was sawed." Tell them I'm still healthy, but that they should stop looking ... I'm not coming back anymore. "
" Tell them that but yourself, you fucking selfish! "took care to is no longer about the noise and yelled down the hall. "You stupid bum, why you will need to set arrange a shit? Why do you need my help, you're coming alone perfectly clear? But obviously you doing just about to take, if it fits you, and to cut off then easy!"
"MARIA! You know that my situation is a bit different than yours! You go to the army if you do not mind that shit!"
"I was also never asked anyone," shouted back, but she yelled at for a dial tone.
"As if someone had asked me -" she repeated, however, because she did not care. Then she slammed the phone down and their Fist against the wall, sobbing for two or three times with abandon, before they brought it ready to shake his head and wiping his sleeve wet face.
"Maria ..?"
you took a moment before she responded to the door frame and looked. Her mother threw a towel aside and stalked in small, quick steps toward her. A few curls she brushed aside before she took her daughter in her arms.
"Luv ... Who called?" Your Italian was not a fire, it was the restless moving together of the tides.
Maria shook her head slowly.
"M Marco -. He stood me up I should not be so upset about it," she smiled weakly, her voice always still fragile, "it caught me just at a bad time ...."
"Oh, Marco. Let's not upset you, not boys." She stroked her head and shook his head as well. For a moment it was quiet, too still, and an unnamed chunk was tough and difficult between them.
again shook her head.
"Do not cry. You anyway no one deserves."
And while floating on the surface of consolation from silent heart palpitations.
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