A marriage

George and Annie were married from 12 years and as the couple, they every evening he read the journal and she was usually in front the television, by now were ended the arguments, the politic, the sport, that didn’t interested twice, some discussion again about the some comment about the discourse of one politic or major of a city, he was an architect and she a secretary, without sons, but Annie loved read and sometime, it was a need of communication to hers husband or alone the need of communicate to somebody hers feel or emotions; anyway they were a common couple, that has owner interest, Annie told the episodes amusing occurred in office or some gossip, as the director of office that was failed in love for a lawyer, young and very beauty and also very clever, but she have already a crowd of lovers to back, and she was interesting alone the law and win the lawsuits and neither, hers name was Isabell and she was very aseptic, somebody has never seen laughs her, she was high, tiny and very precise, and thank to hers beautiful she became reliable of lawsuit, also because she had two specializations for penal and civil right, and seems that nobody has fucked her, never, she has married to the law; during a daily hour of job, Isabell called Annie and she, very soon, got up and took the dossiers run very swift to Isabell, that was speaking to telephone when Annie knocked to door; Isabell enabled to access, and Annie waited that she has ended the call phone, Annie opened the file and Isabell read and she gazed a step: “One years alone?”, and Annie: “The director has said…”, but Isabell interrupted and commented: “No, absolutely here is necessary the capital pain”, and Annie toward the author: “You have merited it, and I am not sorry, actually I am very happy”, and the author: “Why?”, and Isabell: “Because is half page that you are telling about very much cock up, about the marriage of Annie and George, their jobs, their daily life, about my very well ass, but when we are going to say something? Shit!”, and the author: “A moment, I must describe…”, and Annie: “Fuck you!, I am here in job as secretary, and neither exist, Isabell isn’t because you have invented alone, George my husband is a coach of soccer and no certainly an architect, I hate the read, the last book that has read was…Isabell, what is the last book that I have read?”, and the author: “May…”, and Isabell: “Shut, talkative”, if you say other word we are going to go away, and stop, you are a pain in the neck, and stop!”, and the author: “Ja full!”, and while they are speaking, the author: “Can I bring to you…”, and Annie: “Fuck you, shut and must be shut”. Hence the author gone away.

Alessandro Lusana