"I'm not quite sure if it was the buzzing voice of the bees or the old man with grey-ish beard trying to start a fight again at the end if the road where the fish market is. I don't think I will ever exactly know what made me look up through the window and saw that Lady. There was nothing really magnificent or unusual about her, in my opinion she wasn't even beautiful. However she wasn't from here, she was probably daughter of a merchant because she was a blonde. There were no Blondes here so it's just my assumption. I went downstairs and right when I was on the 8th stair the painting, hanging a few feet from the floor was tilted a bit to right. I immediately had the unstoppable urge to fix it and so I did. I reached to the big old wooden door and I opened it. If I haven't fixed that painting I would have open- op- I, what was I saying ? "
"The door, uncle. You were saying if you wouldn't fixed the painting you would-"
"Ah yes , yes. If I haven't fixed the painting I would have opened the the door 3 seconds earlier and I wouldn't have see the Lady's back and instead I would have seen her face. I opened the door 3 seconds later then I would have if I haven't fixed it so I saw the lady's back. She had a white dress and thirty six buttons starting from the back of her neck to the point a few inches under her belly. I clearly remember that the 12th button from the start was a little smaller then the rest. I gosh it was aestheticly so unpleasing . "
"Yet you can't remember my name can you, uncle?"
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Anotomy of a Pineapple
Kurgu OlmayanEveryone has stories. Some are good and some are not. And there are questionable ones in between.
