Post by account_disabled on Dec 4, 2023 23:51:06 GMT -5
But did you understand how they explained the fact?" "Well, what were they supposed to say?" "What do we do now?" “I don't know, really.” “Maybe it would have been better if I left it in the middle of the street.” «Are you crazy? You were right to bring him back here." «I can't ring all the neighbors asking “Excuse me, is this gentleman yours?”» The woman laughed. Lunch time came. While the woman cooked, listening to the radio at a low volume, Fulvio tried to communicate with the stranger. He had tried to ask him some questions again, without getting an answer. Then he had an idea.
He had turned on the television and observed the other's reactions. Curiosity, like before when they walked through the streets heading to the police station. It was Fulvio who changed the channel with the remote control and the stranger seemed to appreciate any program, even reality shows and advertisements. In fact, he didn't seem to distinguish one Phone Number Data program from another. Perhaps, Fulvio thought, for him television is just a window open onto the world, not a pile of fictions. “Set the table, dear.” The woman roused him from his thoughts and the man went into the kitchen, leaving the other to enjoy an advertisement for tampons. He returned with the tablecloth and spread it on the table, then brought the rest.
After a few minutes the woman arrived with the pot and filled the plates with rigatoni with her ragù. Fulvio turned off the television and indicated the table to the other. All three sat down. «Bon appetit.», said the woman. «Bon appetit.», the man repeated. They began to eat. After a few bites, the woman noticed that the stranger had remained staring at them and had not yet touched any food. “She doesn't like my cooking.” «But no, Elda.», said Fulvio. "I don't think you understand that you have to eat." He motioned for him to begin. She imitated the gesture of the fork spearing two rigatoni and bringing them to her mouth. No reaction. “The plate,” the man said, pointing to it. Then he reached out and brought it closer to her. “Eat,” he urged.
He had turned on the television and observed the other's reactions. Curiosity, like before when they walked through the streets heading to the police station. It was Fulvio who changed the channel with the remote control and the stranger seemed to appreciate any program, even reality shows and advertisements. In fact, he didn't seem to distinguish one Phone Number Data program from another. Perhaps, Fulvio thought, for him television is just a window open onto the world, not a pile of fictions. “Set the table, dear.” The woman roused him from his thoughts and the man went into the kitchen, leaving the other to enjoy an advertisement for tampons. He returned with the tablecloth and spread it on the table, then brought the rest.
After a few minutes the woman arrived with the pot and filled the plates with rigatoni with her ragù. Fulvio turned off the television and indicated the table to the other. All three sat down. «Bon appetit.», said the woman. «Bon appetit.», the man repeated. They began to eat. After a few bites, the woman noticed that the stranger had remained staring at them and had not yet touched any food. “She doesn't like my cooking.” «But no, Elda.», said Fulvio. "I don't think you understand that you have to eat." He motioned for him to begin. She imitated the gesture of the fork spearing two rigatoni and bringing them to her mouth. No reaction. “The plate,” the man said, pointing to it. Then he reached out and brought it closer to her. “Eat,” he urged.