... here's to you: "Ride the Wild Wind" by Queen
Forgive inaccuracies and the like, are leaving at this very moment, but I did not want to miss my promessina ... Then, double-update as usual! You again in late August
^ ^ Here is the first part! Via ...
Everything happened in seconds. Samuel proceeded rapidly towards the house, playing tag with someone Grace could not recognize. They seemed happy, laughter and cries could be heard at a distance. Grace realized too late that the girl who accompanied her son had an unusual color, a colorful dress in layers, jewelry jingling and no shoes. It was a moment.
Grace - the beautiful Grace, the quiet, submissive Grace - had grabbed the rake lying in a corner of the veranda to squirt like a fury to meet the boys, in full hysterics. A corner of his mind seemed to cry to stop instantly, modesty and to regain a sense of reality - but the predominant feeling was a terrible sense of betrayal at being in front of his little Sammy who played and fraternized with the "enemy".
expressions on the faces of the children were instantly changed, transfigured. Sam had tried to stop her, trying to prevent panic to tears wetting the face in front of the sweet Jewel. As for the child, paralyzed with fear in front of an adult so clearly hostile in a matter of seconds he turned back towards the camp. Grace had almost started running, do not make no account of the grotesque horror of the situation arising in the eyes of everyone who looks - but who, who could never have seen her? - When suddenly his blind rage had demolished a wall and shattered on unexpected but effective.
was in the street, ready to defend his family from that dirty little ragged as an invisible enemy and threatening, and ran, furious with herself and with Sam - when he felt a presence behind him and tried to turn around, confused and angry.
Two strong arms were grasping the outline of a hug that smelled of desperation. Only then, on the verge of surrender and allow her to finally put the lie to the rivers of tears, he recalled that a few minutes before had seemed to bother to see the spectrum across the street - had driven the thinking in the twinkling of 'eye, the appearance Samuel. Hence those who belonged to those strong arms, you said a moment before passing out. That's who dared to save it from its ghosts.
Sam could not respond, shocked. Jewel had disappeared. Rain holding the mother of small arms in the middle of the road - she had felt lacking, obviously, and had put an end to that sad his show. The child felt a very warm feeling of gratitude to the strange spectrum gonfiarglisi in the chest, just above the stomach, where panic and butterflies meet and sometimes give the heartbeat. He was crying now without brakes, seeking a foothold.
The grandmother picked it up, welcoming haven during any storm, look after and compassionate towards his daughter took his grandson in the house, to a slice of pie a fragrant and comfortable bed. What would have happened out there, she told her grandmother May Sammy pushing toward the kitchen, he was just building it to Grace. Only she could save herself.
***
Her name was Kim - so he said. At a rough guess he had spent some time the score, but could simply be the victim of difficult experiences and inclement days - Karl did not matter. While watching her slowly sipped the juice that he had failed to offer her to apologize, it's ridiculous that after the collision had sent them to the ground on each other, the blonde saw that he had to fix every detail of the bewildered face as a the first adolescent crush.
The bitter grimace of beautiful lips, folded prematurely by some latent concern, his eyes clear and direct, but somewhat frightened; the locks broken red fire that escaped here and there by a large faded knotted handkerchief on her head. For the first time in his career as a happy pleasure-loving womanizer, Karl did not allow his eyes to rest below her neck, respectful than he had ever been. Still could not believe it.
For James, meanwhile, the new bucolic life had shown something compelling. No deadlines, no delayed deliveries, no breathing down his neck - he could always follow his projects from there, thanks to the PC and the comfortable drawing board that he had downloaded dall'Hummer in one of the first transfer - and then, learning to ride was a secret dream that had for some time.
While
filled bowls Gloves and Shepherd, the two sweet puppies who watched over Crimson Farm, came a sudden downpour. James wondered what had happened that Karl Hooch. The forced cohabitation had not major problems so far, to be honest, but in fact the two brothers had different habits and schedules so that hardly had risked stepping on your feet seriously. The gas cylinder, however, was really necessary - if Karl had not given a move, they would have dinner at the Diner's squalid around the corner, and James had not the slightest intention.
whistled for the dogs to retrieve the baby food, decided to return home and get comfortable in panciolle giornatina after a 'light' spent slaving away at the farm, when I saw only one reappear. "Sheperd, where is your girlfriend?" Asked the big dog with a pat on the gold surface. The golden retriever whined, hurling happy about their bowl. James wondered if this reaction had to reassure him or not, until, driven by temperament inherited from overprotective mother, is forced to go to try the sweet Gloves.
rain was coming down a thick, annoying. Cursing for having lost sight of the wanderings of dogs for the whole afternoon, he had found there was no dog in the stables, the barn behind the house in the courtyard. He continued to whistle softly, calling it up. Noticed the good Shepherd. "Come on, Ciccio, help me look! Is it possible that I should worry only me, "said urging the dog to the search of his beloved.
What he understood in a flash, running over the fence and waiting for the new master to follow him. "Wait mutt, where you run away?" Nothing to do, Shep had blatantly crossed the road and ended in what had every appearance of being a gypsy camp from cliché.
Embarrassed by the situation and quite hesitant to do, James saw with relief both the Cagnoni playing alongside each other like a big old trailer style. "Ah, this young lady is your glove? I caught red-handed trying to steal the roast! "Laughed a silky voice behind her.
"Forgive me, it's just that I moved just e. .." he began quickly turned and decided to excuse the invasion of the field with any chieftain presents itself. Something, however, prevented him from finishing the sentence. It must have ended up in a fantasy tale. "Lost your tongue?" Moon laughed again, not at all uncomfortable. "I know, we appear quite folk, we are Gypsies, but quiet, I do not bite. Except on rare occasions and only on request, took him around with the cheeky look worthy of the most innocent Snow White.
While he realized to be stuttering, poor James was trying not to stare with impunity fabulous creature in front of him - not that incarnation delicate and pale, not the rebellious hair and beads, not the embroidered bodice and layers of colorful fabrics. The truth, he admitted to himself was that he was terrified that, as in fairy tales, if he had said one word too that lovely fairy forest would fade into stardust. Only then he realized that the boy, suddenly, the sun came out.
***
Vivica had forgotten his bastard former at the very moment when Claude had grabbed his hand to help her get up. Ignoring the thousands of faint alarm bells ringing that appeared at the bottom of the skull, the sixteen most unconscious of the world found itself at four in the morning sitting on the floor beneath the moon and talk about everything and anything to do with what undoubtedly seemed like a dangerous, fascinosissimo Gypsy potentially age.
Terror tried a little earlier, in the dark of a desert night, was completely gone. In its place beside the warmth of a small fire set by a beautiful contemporary feel better in a jiffy, had risen to Live a feeling of slight madness, as he politely left uncertain accent fool and his savior-gab per-case basis.
"So what are you doing here? You do not look exactly a creature of the night. Even though it may hide some dark secret beneath that innocent little face, "Claude whispered after the presentations of ritual. Shielding as best he could, praying that the darkness of that magical night hid the redness and agitation caused by the proximity with that nice guy, talking with Vivica faced lighthearted sincerity told pretty much everything, from why she had gone out to those that had Tsegi ended up, without ever perceiving any irony in his steady gaze, eye to eye.
"prefer to go back home now, or wait for the sunrise? In both cases you accompany me, if you let me. You are not a reliable person, it is clear! "Claude smiled. Torn between the desire to stay close to the fire for hours and the fear of punishment of his era if he had spent the night outside the home, Vivi resigned himself to wake up from nightmare turned into pleasant dreams.
In the serene silence of the sleeping cars around them, Claude gave her one last curious feline smile: then, taking a hand in the pointless scooter dry, they walked together along the road under the watchful eyes of the soft and sly Nyx. Auspiciously, then.
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