World-Wolf - (ENGLISH)

Chapter 23

The day after, Gabe was gone. He left me with thousand recommendations and an endless boredom. The day of reckoning happened when me and Cesare were alone. To be honest, there wasn't too much to talk about. I knocked my formal home's door because I was nearby and I needed to go in bathroom. Sometimes shit is uneducated.

Anyway, Betty Lee opened the door and all. She had shabby hairs. It was like she had had a boxing match.

"Hi. So since when you live here?" I asked. She just looked the ground.

"I had an argument with my parents. Your brother told me that I could live with him if I want it. So, I accepted."

I leaned forward the house and, boys, a heart attack almost killed me.

Shit, I saw a Christmas three adorned with balls and every lousy stuffs you might buy in the phoniest day of the year which families who hate each other sit on table faking to love every member when actually if the Moneycracy allowed them, they would stab at their dears shoulders.

I knew that the last sentence turned out to be a little bit long. But you can't write only short sentences and all. I never understood the matter about long sentences. I like them and I write them down. If you say a dude to write only 1cm sentence, you'll impose him a wall. If you want to build a wall or you have similar projects for the future, ask to Krusty the Clown; White House's address... I really don't know it.

"Levi, it was me. I want to adorn it. You have to believe me." Betty Lee became miserable and pathetic. She was already on my balls.

"Betty, you don't have to worry about that. I already knew the end.  And I'm not a magician. God's sake. I just know that people don't interest me anymore. That's it. You never interested me at all. I gotta say the truth. I knew you would have faked on her funeral and within one week you would have done thing like adorning a Christmas tree. Betty, these stuffs have only one ending. I'm wondering why being so astonished. I really don't know that. There are people doing that. They write even book about those craps. From my point of view, it's such a waste of time. What do you think about it?"

Betty's eyelids were beating in a loop. Boys, you should have seen her. She looked like a docile, defenceless dragonfly. Cesare heard all and after a while you can see him standing next to his future wife who always in the future - time is made up by men - would have betrayed him because she loved doing it.

As R the Weeder said, Peace Brother. He, with that theory of the invisible hand, which force everybody to speak in the same way, didn't get so wrong. R was a smart guy. Anonymous job. He was not like the modern writers who use the Zukky's Creature in order to get more readers. God damn it. Old Hemingway's books are well-known around the world, and back in those days internet was sci-fi creature.

Ernest is a good purpose to go back in the time, look at him and don't say nothing.

You know, right, he was a cold guy, all focus on life and death topic. I think he would get annoyed if a moron from the future would ask him "Mr Hemingway, could I know the secret that makes your book successful?" Ernest would throw him an ashtray as if he was playing baseball. I'm sure about that. And he would add "You, fuckin' phony."

I'd like to come back on the entrance of Cesare in scene. Within one week it would have been Christmas and Gabe had promised to buy me a ticket for the island which I always forget the name.

"Always a dickhead, you have to be. Damn it. Yesterday we talk about it and you're still a boyish moron."

As he started talking, I noticed he wore a pullover in the wrong way.  The zip of his jeans unbuttoned. I let you imagine what they were doing.