the apartment, that much is certain. âWhat if I gave up the apartment and just stayed in a hotel? Wouldnât that be better?â
âYouâve never liked hotels,â she says to me. âYou canât stand them, and you never could.â
Sheâs right. I donât know why, but Iâm always afraid someone is going to walk in with a vacuum cleaner when Iâm naked or in my underwear. Thereâs no real privacy in hotels. They know everything about you. What time you wake up, how you like your coffee, and even who you call on the phone.
Iâm freezing. I take off my jacket, my sweater, and my flannel shirt, and I start trembling from the cold. This fucking chill has gotten deep inside me, and thereâs no way to get it out of my bones. You canât still have snow in March. âYou canât still have snow in March,â I say to Marina when she appears in the door. She replies: âThatâs the way it is in Aosta. And if you ask me, you might still have snow in May if youâre not careful.â
Sheâs holding her notebook in one hand. Sheâs always on the hunt for new words. She looks for them in the dictionary, or else maybe she reads them in books, writes them down, and learns them by heart. Once I looked in her notebook. Itâs half-empty. If you ask me, she tears the pages out, like a calendar. âYou want to know the word for today?â she asks.
âSure, go ahead and tell me.â
She runs toward the bed, barefoot. Thatâs what Marina always does. She walks around barefoot at home, gets cold, and then dives under the blankets. She says itâs more fun that way.
âAll right then, the word for today is: hemiplegia . Paralysis of one side of the body.â
âParalysis?â
âYes. Physical. Or paralysis of the soul.â
âAm I hemiplegic?â
But she doesnât answer me. She puts her little notebook on the side table, pulls the blanket up to her chin, and says âBrrrr,â with laughing eyes. This is my moment, now itâs my turn. I know that sheâll get angry, but I also know that sheâs only pretending. I slip under the covers.
And sure enough, she gets angry.
âYou stink of cigarettes!â and she tries to shove me away. But I just grab her tighter.
âCome on! At least take a shower first!â
Nothing doing, what are you thinking? I stay right there. And I wrap my arms around her. After all, itâs always the same story. When we get in bed at night, sheâs always cold and Iâm always warm. Then during the night she steals all my heat and leaves me like this, frozen and alone on my half of the bed. In the morning, sheâs warm and Iâm cold. And if I try to embrace her so I can warm up, she mutters and grumbles and turns her back on me. She always makes me laugh. Marina is possessive about her warmth.
She always has been.
Iâm not possessive about mine. Iâd give her every last bit of it.
Iâd give her every last bit of it, if I could only wrap my arms around her again. Even just one last time. Just one last time, and after that, nothing.
SATURDAY
D âIntino was flat on his back in bed 14 in room 3 in the trauma ward at the Umberto Parini Hospital. His nose was wrapped in bandages and he had a gash on the right part of his forehead that the tincture of iodine made even more horrifying. He had both eyes closed and was breathing slowly. The physician on duty had accompanied the deputy police chief to the victimâs bedside.
âNasal fracture and a couple of shot ribs,â heâd told him.
Rocco looked at the patient. He was amazed to discover that he felt something that came dangerously close to pity for the poor man. Until just yesterday, heâd have happily shipped him off to some police station in the middle of the Maiella mountains, but now the sight of him, so helpless, in that hospital bed almost stirred a sense of
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