There in front of the pharmacy of a flower bed with stone slabs to allow pedestrians to pass on the land without doing the rounds. In front of the grass-plot a great car all blue. It was parked in a hurry, as for an emergency, and since occupies half of the road, the cars passing on this sleepy summer Sunday should proceed slowly. Inside, the front seat, a girl stretches and waits for the driver, moving his fingers on the dashboard. It seems tired. There is music in the car, but the windows are raised and the outside does not feel almost anything. In pharmacy, a lady in a red dress is buying the drugs that has just ordered a recipe. Behind her, waiting to talk, just in correspondence with a long yellow line makes a girl with a blue sleeveless shirt, short pants and sneakers dirty not very connected. Her hair is curly and brown, collected with little care, as if a hint of femininity was suddenly suffocated by the plastic sleeve of a male body. The eyes are dull and dark, clear bags, but the look is alert, attentive to the gestures of fast pharmacist. On the face are subject to a considerable effort, but also disregard for the eyes of others, the skin is slightly darker, nails ruined. "Tell me," says the pharmacist to whom a glance to understand everything: her hair short and gray, a little austere mother. A kindness unfriendly. "I want a disinfectant, a disinfectant for a small cut. I was in the kitchen and ... "The stops in embarrassment:" Mercury chrome will do. One bottle is enough? "The girl nods and says no more, look at chemist run elegantly behind a shelf with medication for allergy. Near the cash behind the bar, there is a man with a blue raincoat. Is handling of playing cards, is a loner who seems to have no effect, but every time he pulls a card from the deck watching the girl, distracted by those eyes of pain. She smiles: it's nice, man with the blue raincoat. Outside it's hot, but she wonders why he did not take this raincoat. The man crosses his eyes one last time, then gets up and goes shooting him in the back of the pharmacy, your pharmacist coming back. "There are four euro," she says in order to hasten the leave. "Oh, and I need ...," said the girl, she too embarrassed, unable to hide the fact that the purpose for which entry is the second purchase: "... ten syringes. Watch the pharmacist, feeling a little 'guilty. His sister is waiting for lunch, with the two girls. There will still be hateful meat she does not like mushrooms, there are still notebooks with drawings to color on the table, the polished floor, the TV in black and white, and then the naive questions of the girls, she really would like to reply: "Your grandfather did not There, he left ten years ago, is not true that the grandmother lives far away: she killed herself. And then you see that your mother is a prostitute because they earn well, it's still a beautiful woman, but I, I no longer, I do drugs? Why did you have fun and laugh when we are unhappy, why continue to believe what we tell you? ". And then there will be the first glimpse of his sister, a resigned look now, who will accompany his usual words, the threshold the apartment number 8, after the bell, "You did it again, right?". I heard those words because I was there on that threshold.
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