December 26, Umoja, unity, she lighted up the first candle, black candle, careful not to spill wax on the Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note open on the table,
“Want a drink?” she asked his brother while pouring herself a glass of gin tonic.
He looked up at the clock – 11:19 am. Bustle in the kitchen, the turkey was in the hoven already, his little nieces running around followed by the dog.
“Why not” he replied then.
The wooden toy stopped at he, half, 4 more beans, he sighed, he was still behind uncle Avner, then a silly joke came to his mind, Uncle Beans.
The herd of cows had been released in the field, grazing the grass, staring the line of the horizon where some skyscrapers could be seen, staring each other, what the hell are they thinking about, Matilda asked herself.
At the very first lights passing through the window, she opened her eyes. She checked the clock, still 2 hours for her alarm to ring, but she was too excited to fall to sleep again.
She stood up, people sitting at the table politely moved the chairs to leave her space. She sped up as she went out of the dinner table sight, she closed the door behind her, rolled up her eyes to the wall, to the Greek fret on top of the porcelain tiles, she got to know that series of angles quite well in the last couple of hours – damned Escargot à la Bourguignonne.
He bit his lips.
“I said don’t move!”
“But I’m totally still!”
“No you’re not and for God’s sake stop talking! I am doing the lips now”
He prevented from replying and tried to get back in the exact position as before.