And here's the second and final part of this tenth chapter at ... I repeat: will an Epilogue (regaluzzo like Christmas, I'd say ^ ^) but, well, while this is the end. Thanks for reading, I was really happy to tell you - you, as I always say, the only reason why I wrote. Kisses scattered Pipol * _ * What
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"Here we are discussing. I have already signed. " Karl smiled proudly, while Kim was trying to get angry about something the other hand, in the depths of the heart, was filled with euphoria and profound unstoppable. "But why? There was no need, Kylie and I in some way we would have gotten the same ...", tried to refute the red.
"I know very well, but the point is a more. I do not caverei me at all, without you. Without the two of you, indeed. So, sell my share Crimson Farm James was a wonderful way to make him happy, so it is with the horses and the pleasant passing gypsies, and me, that I am free to run where I want with my two favorite red heads, "said the young man chuckled.
"And now, where it plans to stay? Indeed, where we will stay, as the place where we've hosted in recent weeks now belongs only to your brother, and that the prefabricated put its seals? "Kim said, trying not to infect the whole of that smile disarming. They were still in front the cafeteria, she had just removed from duty and Karl had rocked Kylie waiting.
"You see, the houses are just shells. We small hermit crabs we move from one to another without losing anything of our own. Karl ...", then began between the ironic and poetic. Kim took him around, "Paguro be you! You mean we move? But .. ". Karl looked at her amused, to blatantly say, "You, Kim Smart, want to take this here as your legitimate partner Karl McKenzie, until Phoenix do us part? A comfortable apartment, though quite small, we expect the intersection of Eleventh and Sheridan. What are you saying you agree? ".
awaited Reply with bold face, Karl, but he had a vice in the stomach. Until she threw his neck, eating the face with kisses.
***
likely to be late. And that morning was the last What had to happen. Rain took the same but a few moments to reflect, peering into the depths of the large mirror in the hallway as he tried to give an order to those unruly hair and very black. In recent weeks he had thought of living in a dream. Grace had entrusted to him not as a raft luck finding the waves of despair, but as the island lost and found, the goal he had long dreamed up trying. In addition to mental and physical passion that devoured them like two kids, a new light source in the eyes of both, the two soon had triggered a mechanism for comfort and mutual understanding: he could not expect to live, because Grace did not intend to upset or injure his son, Rain, and this was perfectly able to understand it.
But Sam, Rain reflected, in fact did not come any hostility ; against him, indeed: it had seemed to intend that the child himself would reunite all under one roof. Maybe the baby was trying to recreate a whole family without a father who would stop at the pub for a pint too before returning home and treat his wife as a bad servant.
Or at least that was what the powers of observation and had suggested a sensitivity not common in Rain, in reading the eyes of Samuel infinite joy when they had all gathered at the table for the first time and on many other occasions. They had become more than friends, in short, he and Sammy tender: played together as a neopapà enthusiastic and a child made of quicksilver, with the sun in her eyes and laughs.
But Grace still does not want to even talk about a real future for their odd couple: whenever Rain faced a speech, she showed signs of discomfort, forcing him to change the subject and to live like a cicada carefree overnight. Without tomorrow, actually. How many times had left him alone in that bed ...
Therefore, Rain never would have thought that those two boys giggling talking softly could concoct such a thing. With the complicity of Neil and May, of course. The full sober and elegant Rain expected in the closet was a gift of these extraordinary grandmother. Grace, unaware of everything, wearing most of the savings Rain turned into silk and lace, would be raised at the local church with a blindfold and the promise of a "special day for mommy" organized by Sam and his Jewel. Rain would have knelt before her, glaring and irrefutable proposal - and the fate would have done so for revolution from below, with two elves school age who had coerced his grandparents and, slowly, Rain himself.
A new life began that day and the young man promised himself, adjusting his tie lucky color in the mirror, he would do anything to prove himself worthy.
***
Bal and Emerald had never expressed concern over. With the optimism of falling unconscious and pure pink lenses, they were certain that the case of Claude and his girlfriend all american would be solved quickly and to the best. In the meantime, had spent days locked in the throes of laughter caravan in burgundy and deductions urletti choked busy to catch up with years of silly distance between them had kept separate. They wanted both a child and, although they agreed to postpone the wedding for the return of Claude, however, had happily decided to go ahead with the work, in the meantime.
So, that day of July, those two were busy making fireworks private sectors of the Latvian dark had been his comfortable nest in recent weeks. He cuddled smiling, prey to the most pure, pay and selfish bliss, without realizing that, with moderate noise, Claude evasion had returned carrying a cheerful look sweet load in her hair colored stripes. Maybe the next day, the camp would have celebrated a double ceremony.
Aster stared at the dying sunset. "What do you say, sister? E'ora? "He whispered in the direction of Nyx, as always at his side. Looking doubtful that the large black cat was watching her silent, the old gypsy decide what to do and what you did. Moon had found something very similar to a love that hole in the sandy country, Balthazar and Emerald had finally confessed his own. Claude, the former enfant terrible, had just returned enthusiastically planning a traditional wedding Sinti in the middle of the U.S., his young, lovely wife gagé [ not gypsy, author's note] maybe had not yet clearly in mind the hard road of outcasts now and forever, curse (or blessing?) century, but it seemed motivated to find out beautifully on its own merits. Jewel, finally, had found almost a second home in Tsegi, managing to gain any strength with the grace of a rare gem. But in that country many things had changed, Aster know. The wind of change had been blowing strong and hearts and sprinkled buildings, bringing them to life. That really never stops. Rests under the fire, is hidden under the ashes, but his focus hatching for years, ready to flare up again with strength and warm even the coldest hearts. Aster smiled, and one star in the sky seemed fast flash orange yet.
"Yes, mri pen [ sister , author's note]. 'S time to go now, for me and for you. The desert is a more flowery than when we arrived, but our job is not finished yet, "he said finally, the cat with gentle firmness, waving the soft tail.
THE END
July had come and gone gone. The hot weather and dry in that part of Arizona did not exacerbate the latest arrivals, trapping them in an intolerable dry of thoughts and ideas. But Grace, accustomed for years to quell'afa insistent, not affected by the climate unbearable. No, Grace was shining. She had returned to its former glory. On the coffee table in the back of his room, now, stands only a few belongings and picturesque landscape. Just ghosts.
Life flowed at a rate around again, this time, clocked by his heightened senses and a shy but insatiable happiness: the Rain and the world filled the days, hours, along with that red-haired fluffy puppy proved more cuddling every day. And then he loved it, those two. The man had built a kite colored Sam and the baby had embraced with strength, happier than he had ever been. To see him leap and run in the sun warmed the soul.
Often Grace was tempted to stop by Rain or detain him for a whole night in the room with him - he had so often dreamed of next sleep, waking up in his warmth, shelter in her embrace as old and new in a den at the same time, but then the thought of sweet Sammy, who was waiting with her smile and wind in the summer for a goodnight kiss, deprived of unconsciousness necessary to desert the house and led back into the fold with a hint of regret. His personal Specter had learned to understand, and respect for this. But she still wondered what could have been dragging it from one house to another, from a Sunday lunch with my grandparents in the house in an afternoon at the home of Rain caresses. Eternally divided into two.
Jewel and Sam had spent together almost every day of that month fiery and beautiful: the little he had learned to decipher each facial expression of the other, recognizing and Amandonico every detail, every dimple, every whale. They were two of the same flower petals, those two: they seemed to have learned very young and yet primitive harmony understand with one glance, delicious twin impossible.
What Sammy could not bear too much, however, were the ridiculous lies about his mother. Foolish, too. He wanted very, very good to Mr. Rain. He was thrilled that, as he seemed to understand, a magic fairy tales her mother had torn the dark moments that had poisoned so many days before then, returning to the country instead of smiles and cuddles, but then why do not you we decided to tell the whole truth? He was a little man now, and not tolerated the fact that his mother finally happy, Rain decline to transfer to their home for fear of no one knows that. Nonsense large. It was beautiful to see her happy. Something must be done.
Samuel would have liked to do a lot pageboy at their wedding. Jewel was also agreed, and could not wait to put his Sunday suit! But those two, large, seemed not even talk about it. So the boys on the loose, concocted a diabolical plan, they decided to act.
***
Nobody would have bet the field, for sure. The relationship between James and Moon, but with the trend wavering of a light bulb that continues to cycle on and off so unnerving, had lasted a few weeks against expectations of anyone. She continued, girandolona allergic to cat's kennel and collar, back when possible from the old Aster, a little 'for a little advice' not to lose it all, but just like an affectionate cat, of course, always ended up back in Crimson Farm. James pretended to be distant, indifferent, angry even, but how could he resist that spell?
James worked hard, continuing to manage his office as an architect in Phoenix due to a good wireless connection and want desperately to distract the mind from Moon, evil: often had it to death with her, unable to settle for vague appearances that gave him. But then, every time he finds it before, could not help but be stunned by the kiss that he forgot himself as well. It was his destiny, of course, but he lived the rest of the summer with the terror of waking up without you next to the sofa-bed dust, which duly happened every morning. No tears. He was, after all. But he was human, and sooner or later would have ended up committing some nonsense. Talking about it was useless as you can tie the wind?
Instead he had talked so much, Karl and Kim. Her past, nothing but nice to dig up just one big lump of pain to be resolved, had stopped for the time of infestation. They had attended so assiduously planning along the turn, make arrangements with the blond in Phoenix for not losing their jobs and the red started to put aside some money in the faded black apron with the little bar where they had spoken for the first time. Obviously, when local authorities had heard of a single mother in precast dilapidated that spoils the village, it was time for Kim to disappear or would start the usual trouble ...
But this time from her she had two aces in the sleeve: a real work, to show the state that the girl was at least able to feed her daughter (so no social worker would have never checked), and Karl, the babysitter of the marmocchietta front of the window of the cafeteria where he worked on time 9-17. He had discovered an angel. Had opened their doors Crimson Farm with every intention not to make them slip away for no reason at all. And he had succeeded perfectly. But the biggest surprise of all was yet to come.
***
They withdrew at the end. Vivica scandal and had threatened suicide, alternatively, just to get rid of the obsessive presence of two parents until then simply absent: and, after lengthy negotiations via telephone booth, while little over a month she and Claude went to a motel another along the highway draining the savings of the boy and the mobile phone credit, the sixteen year old had agreed to meet his mother - and only you - near the service station on the outskirts of Tsegi. The mega event organized by Malcolm had been as successful as hoped, that currently there was still keeping the LaMar nothing - nothing but a teenage daughter ran away with a gypsy same age, of course.
Juno sought to reattach the pieces of this paradoxical situation and painful . He failed. He read in the eyes of his daughter a new awareness of themselves and their bodies, their role in the world, along with a total rejection of the universe made golden luxury and a little more than a few weeks earlier had been the only one to live off a completely non-existent parental affection. She cried, Juno.
Live patted her head bowed. Then the girl spoke, once and for all, without stopping to bring breath, "I am so happy, Mom. You're not even gone to college, right? I had already begun with modeling agencies and casting with at my age, and then you left everything to follow your dream. I was only sixteen, I know, but I also know what I want at this time. I want to Claude. He asked me to marry him. Kneeling on the floor in a motel room, among other things. And it is only because of my father if this wonderful thing has not happened in a field of beautiful caravan. But it happened anyway. And I do not think it has ever been as happy in that moment. Let me go. "
They embraced, and Juno was trying to pass on any recommendations, concerns and ridiculous, late mother-guilt failure in the few minutes that allowed her alive. Then, with a disarming smile when there was no trace of bitterness, she sent her a kiss and walked away, once it has ensured that Juno knew what to say to Malcolm and how to reason with him.
Claude waiting on the scooter which was battered by their horse for a few weeks now. "How gone, love? "he asked cautiously. "All right," said Vivi wiping away a solitary tear. "We start early - in Phoenix, Hollywood or New York that does not matter. The only thing that matters is that we will soon return to camp and celebrate the ceremony. Then, freedom. Wherever we want, we'll go. Did I mention I love you? "Vivi smiled.
"And I have never said that I adore you?" Claude said, taking her face in her hands. "You were brave, love. Brave, strong and beautiful. My wife. " He kissed her with all the love he could muster.
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