I love to collect fines. Even the hairdresser
collects fines from the long fingernails.
We like to park where you can not, push the limits, sending to another country, the sentinels of the road.
Patrick eighteen years old and does not collect fines, not the license.
Ms. Letizia never had a driver's license, is 79. I am Angelina, to say the least odious name, and the hairdresser from long fingernail is called the Pearl, as inappropriate to say the least. I work in a bank. I get bored working in the bank. Pearl is a hairdresser frighteningly beautiful, but her fingernails are too long. Patrick has just entered the magical world and collegiate university. Mrs. Letizia at the age of twenty-three met the man of her life, a writer of detective stories very popular in northern Europe. He married and lived like a princess. We met every Friday evening to cultivate our passion: chess, strange for women but even more strange it was for Pearl, used to feed his mind with the gossip that the customer told while in the styling. Everything happened in my house: two tables, four chairs, two couples. Mrs. Letizia off the phone. Patrick argued with the boy to be with us, he did not believe chess. Pearl project, now for some time, his idea to cut his nails, "I must have looked more serious on the day of the tournament in the neighborhood, responded to every meeting.
walls pink, white leather sofas, Persian rugs and lamps from the plot ethnic style, conveyed the necessary peace for our concentration.
It began in the evening, we entered the enchanted world of ours, each with a kingdom to defend, and with a king to save. Within our kingdom will assume the role of queens, servile bishops, soldiers ready to sacrifice and crazed horses. The spell usually vanished about three of the night, and after revealing our impressions and our weaknesses, we talk about how to win our cup. No matter who triumphs, what matters is that one of us, so in turn will keep the cup. Pearl will put in plain sight in his shop. All of its customers will die of envy. Mrs. Letizia will show you its boring charity ball and I will support a card that said: "Not for sale, I'm sorry for you."
Patrick will surprise her boyfriend will leave you speechless. I put on my table. The shine, the watch, I will be proud of me, too bad I will not have anyone to show it. I envy no one, nor think something special will never win a chess tournament. I am tall, have blonde, are thin, I have green eyes are beautiful. I am alone. Of course no one knows my mood. Tale of imaginary suitors always, magnificent men who give me jewelry donated dinners fairytale. Every time I hear Patrick ecstatic, a little 'discouraged by the low-cost meals, offered by her boyfriend. Patrick looks like a deer, the eyes are small, lively, and his slender figure inspires tenderness. Long hair and blacks are treated by Pearl, who could not bear the idea that it can sizes or colors. Pearl is not alone, has twin girls of 15 years, she has 38 years, her husband 56. She loves her husband, even if cheating on him with Luigi, who has just turned 25 years, only sex, of course. But this is not important. We must be focused for the big moment for the tournament. Others do not understand, could not. For example, my colleagues are engaged in destructive Friday in pubs and clubs, in Howling complaints against the sort of work the count. The numbers lead us and rule, shall result and difference. Laura, my worst colleague, is the prime targets of the disease. Thick red hair, doll's face, embellished with freckles, little body, but well done. I hate it. They have promised a career, the glory days. Ride me.
"Friday night is made for fun" says every time he meets me. I sfotte.
"I enjoy myself with my chess." I answer. But no coding
my words, interpret them as nonsense sounds.
And everyone laughs.
I also laugh at them. All
laugh at the expense of others, which is the only way to laugh in the damn bank.
Never mind, I wait on Friday.
And on Friday, Pearl has shown us the dress she will wear on the day of the tournament: the skirt, jacket, shoes, but Patrick was distracted, she fought with her boyfriend again.
"I was invited to a rock concert this Friday but I refused, I could not miss our meetings."
"If you were gone, would have needed a new cut, your hair no longer has a sense," he snapped sarcastically Pearl.
"Dear your need for a new cut for a rock concert, it's like mine for a loincloth" said Letizia.
Pearl and Letizia are respected but not like each other. Letizia did not understand how a woman who loves her husband, could betray him.
"It 's just not to forget that I am a desirable woman," he said annoyed one evening long ago, against Letizia.
"I do not understand! Your husband does not make you feel a woman? "
Pearl did not answer and they always avoided the topic, after all had to meet only to play chess.
One evening Patrick took me aside.
"I'll become like them?" He asked.
"How?" I said, pretending surprise.
"How Letizia and Pearl, have you noticed you are always a bit 'sad!"
"It' s just an impression, do not listen to what they say."
She looked at me puzzled, then shrugged.
"I do not ever betray my boy, I love it."
The weeks passed, the day of the tournament approached. Throughout that time I studied my companions and all their irrational movements while playing. When the field the battle is set, the challengers, including me, look at each other before you start.
will be the only look that will turn, then your eyes will be servants of the board squares. Mrs. Letizia, scratches his nose every four minutes. Patrick creates a tough game between the tongue and teeth, and emerge at the end of the evening completely torn.
Pearl concentrates.
I want to win.
guess the opposing pieces are my colleagues. Will be devoured by my desire to get to the end. I see them beg for mercy, but their heads will fall, and I gather to make bowling balls, bones are the pins. When I go back I'm happy, although I fear the evil that I feel while playing.
I'm afraid.
The day of the tournament arrived.
We met in a cafe, not far from where the tournament would be held. Letizia, statuary, showed up with a plum suit adorned with earrings and pearl necklace. The hair was collected and eyes, an enviable blue, were well loaded. The long face and thin, stood out, thanks to a golden powder placed over the cheekbones. His lips, surrounded by fascinating wrinkles, were decorated by a brick-red lipstick. He arrived accompanied by two friends, they also get older. Letizia were minute and leapt to the eyes like a goddess.
Pearl, well dressed, came with the twins and Luigi, the psychologist of daughters.
I noticed he had cut the nail.
Patrick, sloppy as usual, was with his mother.
"winner, will be the best." He said.
I hoped he was right.
Of course I'd need an external support. I paid handsomely for my neighbor to pretend that he was there for me, impatient to see me successful.
Elisa, 23y.o., student, cute, dizzy and quite penniless to accept my proposal.
I believe that spends much of his time rolling barrels.
All together we went to the premises for the tournament.
Our entrance did not go unnoticed.
In chess tournaments, there are many women. We approached
Subscription to the counter.
After all of our data, we looked at.
We were afraid, afraid of not succeeding.
Then to each of us was assigned a number, an opponent, and a location for the first time we parted.
We passed the first round, then came the second and we lost there Pearl. All this would lead to an hysterical attack, soothed only by the intervention of Elisa, who showed her the address of a "great beauty", which specializes in the reconstruction of the nail, "Do miracles," he said.
the third round, we fell and I Letizia. But
Patrick gave us the miracle: the end!
And here we are all hands to hope and believe that the dream could become reality. But the dream is behind a window, we see it, call him and ask him to be our guest, but a strong wind takes him away, and leaves us only a cold, hope faded.
Gong.
The boulder fell on his head, the joker out of the box and shouting: "Surprise."
disaster.
Checkmate.
Patrick was on the corner, she had to throw in the towel.
Ms. Letizia grimaced that distorted his face. Perla he bit his tongue.
Silence.
I turned toward Elisa, I give the money promised and I told to go away.
Patrick is still, staring eyes, he understood, then the head in his hands.
Defeat.
incredulous mother flees to the bathroom, muttering some scam committed against his daughter.
Patrick comes to us with difficulty managed to murmur: "I'm sorry."
And I answered: "Do nothing, you were great, second place is a nice set-up."
The lies have always been my forte, a second place does not have the same value as the first. None of us would never be exposed to testify that an object that someone else was better. Meanwhile, Mrs. Letizia and Pearl had started a heated conversation. I never knew why. Pearl was like a thunderbolt to me and said, "You know my husband does that work? No, of course not, how could you. It 's a nuclear engineer. "Then she burst out laughing neurotic," Everybody thinks that a woman is not acceptable physically terrible, but there is nothing worse than feeling regarded as the stupid man you love. "Lowered his face: "Louis is different."
Unfortunately a lot of pain before my stomach had a reaction quite astonishing.
acute attack of colitis. Pearl
I left and tried desperately for a bathroom. When I entered I found the mother of Patrick staring at his reflection in the mirror. It was as still as a statue. He noticed me. With a small voice says to me
"No one must ever know that my daughter has lost anyone! "
went out and walked away, taking with them also Patrizia. I
espletai my duty intestine.
Alleggerita left the bathroom. I saw Mrs. Letizia
sitting on a chair, her face was tired, he gave the impression of a great leader defeated after a battle.
He rose and came towards me.
"My husband betrayed me for a life telling me that I was the only woman he ever loved." Then he shook my hand and she ran away.
now I was left alone, but Pearl had vanished with the twins, and Luigi seemed to have been seen last with Elisa.
Then, inexplicably, my attention was caught by a silhouette of me for nothing welcome.
Laura, my colleague worst!
"What are you doing here?" I thought.
She came smiling, and with his usual annoying and sickly sweet voice told me that he was there because he had heard of the tournament, and could not wait to see me at work.
"You know, I envy you, you have a passion," he said.
"Thanks, but I lost today," I said with great difficulty, I did not want to talk, or rather I did not want to talk to her. But
Laura giggled, kissed me on the cheek and said
"Who has the passions will never be a loser."
And for the first time I looked at Laura.
And how if you looked!
I, Patricia, Pearl, we met again at the funeral of Letizia. We sat beside each other without saying a word. When the function ended we parted, this time forever.
I hope they are happy.
I am, I continue to collect fines, but my happiness is in the eye of the person I love and meet each morning in bed. My
Laura.
