He healed Me

~chapter six~✔️

~chapter six~

Dario hung up and stared blankly out the window. The headmaster's words were still ringing in his ears... Come back! Come back immediately! Otherwise you risk going to the juvenile detention center.

Dario didn't know exactly what this juvenile detention center was, but it didn't exactly sound like a five-star hotel. Maybe it was a home or something like a prison. Definitely not a place where you want to spend your summer vacation.

His cell phone rang again. He turned it off and pocketed it. Out in the garden, Andy and Rak were sitting together, two glasses next to them on a sack of cement. They seemed like old friends. who were talking. And watched a flower grow in a fridge.

Dario smiled. Who ever thought of planting a flower in a refrigerator? But there was this flower, and she didn't complain. She just grew and didn't complain. Was at peace. With all. And with yourself.

Dario dropped onto the mattress that was still in the middle of the room. A mattress, a broken fridge, a flower that doesn't complain, why couldn't it all be that simple? All he wanted was to be left in peace by life, by others, by those who told you what to do. Why couldn't you be like that flower, for whom a broken refrigerator was enough to lead a life of peace? A flower that just lived her flower life. Why can't a man live his human life without the interference of another? He got up and went into the garden.

"And?" asked Rak. "What did they say?" "Who?"

"The school. Didn't you call?" "Yes, yes, I just did it."

"So what did they say?" "Nothing." Rak looked at him. "I switched off the cell phone."

Dario sat down on the grass next to Andy, who was enjoying the mild sun.

"Well, you can stay if you want," Rak said. "'There's plenty of room here.'" Dario didn't answer. "Unless you want to go home. Do you want to go home?"

Beyond the garden the sea stretched out under a cloud-streaked sky. sun, water, sea, sky.

And wind that carried the smell of salt everywhere.

Dario blinked. "Is it far to Torre Saracena?" he asked. "No, not very far. Why? What's going on in Torre Saracena?"

"My father. I believe. That is, until two years ago he was there anyway."

Dario got up and took his wallet out of his pocket. "See?" He showed Rak a postcard.

On the back was written in nervous-looking, rather illegible handwriting: Ciao, I'm fine. Flora is great, she has green ones Hair, one day you will meet her. father

"The postmark is from Torre Saracena."

"Did he send you the card? "I think so. I have it in my mother's closet in one Drawer found."

Rak looked at the map

"And Flora is..."

"The one he's with now, I think."

"With green hair."

"That's not a crime."

Andy had fallen asleep again. The wound on his hand turned yellow. Maybe he really needed an ointment