~chapter four~
The woman smiled at him for the third time. And for the third time, Dario ignored her. He looked out the window. Houses, fields, warehouses, streets that passing them and crossing between the cultivated areas.
He still wondered what actually happened. Not so bad, he thought. Somehow it was a good feeling. Away from everyone. Away from Elisa.
The woman smiled again. She lowered the book she was in and took off her reading glasses.
"What's his name?" she finally asked.
"Who?" Dario asked back.
"He. What's his name?'
"Why don't you ask him that yourself?"
"... Can he speak?"
"Sure, he's disabled, but not an idiot."
Now the woman was no longer smiling. She lifted her chin and turned to Andy. "What's your name?" she asked him. Andy didn't answer.
The woman cleared her throat. "WHAT'S. YOUR .NAME?" she repeated, emphasizing each word. Dario giggled.
"Are you making fun of me?" the woman asked ver
"me? Why should I?'
"It doesn't seem to me that he answered me."
"How do I know, maybe he didn't feel like it.." The woman narrowed her eyes. She looked at Andy again and smiled like before." Are you brothers? You look a little alike"
"Listen, you don't have to do this," Dario said. "Do what?"
"Ask questions. You don't have to do this just because he's in a wheelchair."
"I know that myself. That's called being polite. And sorry, I really care, otherwise I wouldn't ask." If andy wasn't there, you would never have spoken to me in your life.
"Okay, yes, we are brothers, Dario replies, "Twins. Can not you see that?"
"Oh yes, you have the same eyes."
Man, is she stupid.
"And where are you going?"
Outside, the plain passed quickly to the regular beat of the wheels. In the distance, as the sky drew closer to earth, the clouds took on a bluish hue, like a brushstroke on a painting.
"To the sea," Dario replied. "Oh how nice, to the sea. Are you expected there? from yours Mother? A relative?”
"Why, surely. There's Aunt Fatima. We will help her with Uncle Elvio. Poor thing, he died the day before yesterday. shredded. In the combine." The woman didn't respond. "Aunt Fatima was never good with machines, she needs someone to pull out the uncle, he's still stuck in the hopper."
The woman coughed. "I see." She put on her glasses and immediately devoted her entire attention to her book. The train kept going.
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"The Tickets please..." Dario woke up. He got up from the folding seat and stuffed
his t-shirt back in his pants. Andy slept next to him, his head against the window. The woman was gone.
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He healed Me
AdventureBook 1 Dario is 16 and full of anger. Someone who doesn't care, especially since their father left the family. After Dario rampages at school, he is sentenced to community service. He is supposed to take care of Andy, who is in a wheelchair and can...
