Post by account_disabled on Dec 4, 2023 20:50:44 GMT -8
They're closed," he said. «They are all closed, Fulvio.» “Okay,” the man said. “He got in last night somehow.” "What are you saying? I was at home all day. I went around all the rooms, we don't have a castle.» “So… so how the hell did he get in?” The three of them were sitting in the kitchen, in silence, looking at each other as if they were three strangers. One really was, but the two spouses also now seemed to belong to another world. “I'll make coffee,” the woman said. “You'll be late for work.” “I'll call the office now,” the man replied. «I say I'm not going today.
Well, I'd like to see.” “So, let's start again,” the man said, rubbing his face with one hand. "Who are you? And how did you get into the house? Do you understand my language?" “He's a foreigner, maybe.” “It looks Italian to me.” "Then he's deaf." "Can be." “Write his questions down on a piece of paper.” "What?" «Write them down. If you don't hear..." “Okay, Phone Number Data but first I'll call the office.” Keeping an eye on the intruder's movements, the man took out his cell phone and reported his absence that day, citing seasonal flu as an excuse. When he hung up, he picked up a pad of Post-it notes and a pen on the living room table and went back to the kitchen.
He sat down and wrote down the questions, then asked them to the man. The stranger didn't seem to understand. He looked at the paper, then at the man, back at the paper. He smiled. «This… in my opinion is mentally ill.» The woman poured the coffee into three cups and brought them to the table together with the sugar. The man helped himself and took a sip. Then he motioned for the other to take his, but his looked back without doing anything. He still didn't seem to understand. "What did I tell you?" he said to his wife. “Poor guy.” "Anyway, I'll take it to the police, they'll see to it." “Okay.” Fulvio stood up and approached the man. He motioned for him to get up and the other seemed to understand, because he also got up and waited. “At least he understood that,” he said.
Well, I'd like to see.” “So, let's start again,” the man said, rubbing his face with one hand. "Who are you? And how did you get into the house? Do you understand my language?" “He's a foreigner, maybe.” “It looks Italian to me.” "Then he's deaf." "Can be." “Write his questions down on a piece of paper.” "What?" «Write them down. If you don't hear..." “Okay, Phone Number Data but first I'll call the office.” Keeping an eye on the intruder's movements, the man took out his cell phone and reported his absence that day, citing seasonal flu as an excuse. When he hung up, he picked up a pad of Post-it notes and a pen on the living room table and went back to the kitchen.
He sat down and wrote down the questions, then asked them to the man. The stranger didn't seem to understand. He looked at the paper, then at the man, back at the paper. He smiled. «This… in my opinion is mentally ill.» The woman poured the coffee into three cups and brought them to the table together with the sugar. The man helped himself and took a sip. Then he motioned for the other to take his, but his looked back without doing anything. He still didn't seem to understand. "What did I tell you?" he said to his wife. “Poor guy.” "Anyway, I'll take it to the police, they'll see to it." “Okay.” Fulvio stood up and approached the man. He motioned for him to get up and the other seemed to understand, because he also got up and waited. “At least he understood that,” he said.