Metallica, "Mama Said"
Here is the second Bites ^ ^ Smack (before the first , I recommend it: P)
was crouched next to her on stuffed sleeping bag. Kylie opened her eyes, no trace of tears in his voice thin. Distinctly in the silence of prefabricated metal plate, before the eyes closed a slightly drowsy Kim, the girl spoke, "Mom." The girl's eyes opened wide in an instant.
"What did you say, pastrocchietta? Ridillo! Ridillo, please! "Kim said in a tone of supplication hopeful, stringendosela next as he stood up to sit in a hurry. The monkey squatted down in his favorite holiday, between the knees of her mother, and spoke again.
"Mam-ma! Mam ... ma! "spelled across the little girl with a fair bit of laughter in the voice in a hand biting, shy and proud at the same time. The girl felt die from happiness, raising that little bundle with a thousand delightful tenderness. His daughter, finally, had spoken his first word. And that first, sweet word was herself. The joy felt at the time that Kim was so and that the young man asked what was the last time she had felt that way.
He could not remember, soon lost in the dark depths of memory. So he jumped up and drove back to those dark thoughts on today focus on the here and now, namely Peperina on his reason for living. "You're the best thing that has ever combined the mother life, toad. Today you and I'll have a chat, miss, no excuses! "He joked.
placing it on the cover that made her cot ruffled, Kim was asked if it was possible to teach some other small little word now that he had shown all alone to be perfectly able to speak. She did not maternal figures refer to. His life was full of drop-outs. He had no idea how to proceed with Kylie, but decided that if things had come - not without difficulty, mind you - at that happy point, then perhaps as a new mother was not a total failure. Therefore, squatting on the ground too, took the marmocchietta and put it in his lap.
like her so impressive and very ready to learn, Kylie looked at her with those big curious eyes, opening a toothless smile, "Mom!" trilled yet. Kim brightened. They spent a wonderful afternoon.
***
pulled Rain out of a suitcase, wrapped by a huge concern. Things were not going exactly as he had dreamed. The decision seemed better for all concerned, then, was to step aside for once and get away from Tsegi night, in order to clear his mind and allow Grace of not having to feel under the overwhelming pressure of his presence there, a few steps from home.
While giving himself the spineless, trying to suppress the lump in my throat that takes your breath away, heard the trill of the telephone cut through the unnatural silence of the house and literally jumped up, with nerves on edge and a painful grimace. Racing to respond, with the sixth sense that gli solleticava ferocemente la nuca.
Alla richiesta d’aiuto della signora May, Rain scattò sull’attenti: in un batter d’occhio era già sul suo furgoncino di seconda o terza mano, diretto a tutta birra verso l’unico luogo dove razionalmente il piccolo Sam avrebbe potuto dirigersi: il campo. Rain non c’era mai stato, né aveva mai avuto contatti diretti coi Gypsies, ma non gli sembrò the case to be a quibble: it had to be the hero for Grace until a few moments before had been afraid that it can not be ever. Arrived in front of the colorful caravan, brakes and went down in a flash. Of children, not even the shadow.
"Excuse me, I'm a boy looking up something like this. He has red hair and disappeared from home a couple of hours ago started ...", Rain turned to the elderly woman sitting in the mall to look cool in front of the coaches. "And why do you look for it here? Always the same old horror story about gypsies who kidnap the children? "Interrupted the old Aster, an amused glint in his eye. "But no, it appears, is that in recent days has made friends with a girl that I could live with you and this morning it has reached. Absolutely did not want to offend anyone, forgive me, "Rain said in a tone of apology, blushing.
Aster chuckled: "Boy, do not even recognize a joke if you will sit on! Jewel and her boyfriend are right there, to comb the grass, "he muttered with a smile, pointing to a point nearby. "Thank goodness. Can I go talk to him? You know, is very shaken by something that happened yesterday morning e. .. ", attempted to articulate Rain, still embarrassed, but was interrupted again. "Talk about crazy mom? Do not worry, Jewel has seen many and Samuel - it's called, is not it? - Will recover soon. Children are, by their immense fortune, creatures far more durable and forgiving of the fools adults can imagine. But now it 'to take it back, before the family send us against the counter-terrorist units! Ah, e. .. I almost forgot: do not worry a good time. The wind change, sooner or later. "
Con una risatina, Aster si avviò verso il carrozzone verde, senza aggiungere altro e senza accennare minimamente un saluto. Rain scrollò le spalle, vagamente irritato, e si avviò nella direzione suggeritagli da quella stramba vecchina. “Sammy!”, chiamò a bassa voce.
Il bimbo era seduto in terra accanto alla sua graziosa compagna di giochi, mentre tutti intenti giocavano con sassi e fili d’erba for some mysterious ritual child. They seemed absorbed and concentrated, delighted by their mutual presence, and had not noticed the slightest of his arrival. The Rossini finally looked up.
"Oh! Mr. Specter ... I wanted to say, Mr. Storm! What are you doing here? It 'was the mother to send her, right? "The boy said quickly, standing up. "Your mother does not matter that much, little man. Come, let's chat. " Jewel gave her a kiss on her cheek to her boyfriend, leaving him happily shocked and walked away.
The man and child were now alone in the territory "alien", linked by reasons less obvious than one might suppose, and not sufficiently familiar with each other. But Samuel had not forgotten their gratitude to this strange gentleman, and spoke to him with the solemn and funny expression of an adult ten years. Rain, meanwhile, listened motionless and focused, determined to take damn serious about this brave man cub. Then he explained to the child how much patience was needed with a mother sick with melancholy, and yet the sorrow felt at that moment Grace all'accorgersi he had lost his treasure. Then this would not be too many words. Soon the man and the child, side by side, they would return home. Together.
***
Jewel was happy. In through the door to take refuge in its dark red couch, lost in reverie about a thousand games that would teach her to Sammy already the next day, he saw that the adventure had ended quite well. Despite the reaction of the wicked witch, her boyfriend had run away from home just to come to her to check she was all right. It was not a knight and fearless, this? "Just like in fairy tales," thought the brunette with a smile. Now he was left with that man with long hair long, but would return soon. And the hours spent with him were actually flown in an instant. They had talked a lot, Sammy had apologized, and Jewel had also realized that maybe the wicked witch was not so bad. Of course you were really funny, these moms ...
"Much better than Aunt Aster," Jewel said it with no regrets grabbing her favorite storybook to think about the very few images of her mother, who struggled more and more memory to recall. Bal was a brave brother: after the death of her mother, the tragedy of which fortunately kept small not remember - had just a year then - he had dealt with the frugoletta as best she could. Aster not until she ran to rescue them, at least: and since then they had not separated anymore. Jewel interrupted the flow of memories, numb. Then, with the blissful sleep of innocence healer, went to meet his daily nap with the light of early afternoon that filtered down from the tax.
Bal, meanwhile, opened my eyes without being immediately aware of being a bandwagon than their own . He sat up abruptly, confused. He blinked, dazed by a strange feeling of numbness chemical, immediately sensed the soothing turquoise walls, so different from the deep red of which was lined his bedroom. "What the hell ...?", had time to think, dazzled by the vision lying beside him on that broad bed of Oriental style.
Emerald was there, on the blankets next to him, apparently asleep in a shroud of night tachycardia. Balthazar was horrified: it could perhaps have taken advantage of the lowly woman of his dreams, and what was worse, having no memory?
While trying to remember what happened after the Machiavellian Claude had locked him in there, the eyes fell on the cabinet bottom and it was littered with bottles at the entrance of the caravan, the other environment. In a moment all was burned into his mind, and was relieved (and a hint of regret) that he realized to have a clear conscience and no memory of sin to be recovered.
Less than four hours before, when he realized it could not escape the bandwagon without creating a mess Em memorable Bal's friend tried to look in the confined space before him. Surprised not to see her, she heard a lullaby softly from behind the only door in that this small: the tiny tiled bathroom. It was not his intention spying, but the door was just ajar, and so ... Bal blushed at the memory. Em was there, dazzling appearance, who sang in the shower to relax and pass himself off the fierce anger against the plague of his sister. But he would have done the worst figure of history, invading privacy without notice. So he had moved away, moving towards her bed in the grip of little uplifting visions that he did not know how to control.
had to distract looked around, embarrassed. Alongside some liquor bottles on a table full of junk, had noticed a bottle from the air inviting. Hoping to be brave with a cowardly action that he believed to be homemade grappa, Balthazar he had poured a glass. Illus. After all, they were or were not witches in the grass those with whom he had to do?
He felt faint, his knees gave way. He had asked for help. Em must have rushed to his aid, because Bal believed to have had an unforgettable flash of her in a bathrobe ... Or if it was the dream? The rest did not remember much.
a meow at his side startled him. No, it was Nyx: that was the languid sound of the throat that apparently produced the Emerald awakening. Bal did not know how to justify his presence is still there, but before he could stand to gain the door and groped he found himself staring at two bright eyes that were laughing. Em was awake. Em stared.
Em kissed him.
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