Consigliere – adviser

Her mom always screamed at the phone.

“You know, I can hear you anyway” she told her.

“What?” the mom shouted as a reply.

“Whatever. So, what did you want to tell me?”

“You should call your sister”

“What for?” she crossed her legs on the grey sofa, ready to listen boring stuff.

“She can give you an advice”

“I don’t need any. I know ending the relationship is the best thing I can do now”

“Think it twice. He is a really nice guy”

The girl rolled her eyes. Never as before she was convinced that her best adviser was no adviser.

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