Chapter 23

(Renata Pellegrini)

I watch him silently, sitting on the stool with my arms on the kitchen table, as Filippo opens the refrigerator and gets some bread rolls with cheese and ham, and a carton of orange juice. He puts the glasses on the table and fills them with juice, hands me one, then goes to the counter and puts the bread rolls in the microwave for thirty seconds.

“It is very nice to leave food ready in the fridge, just to warm it up later,” I say to myself, I always wanted to do this, but never had time, and worse, taking care of all the meals every day, left me even more out of time, so I was always in a paradox. “You who made these buns?” I ask in a louder tone, breaking the silence.

Last night I did not sleep well at all, I had a horrible nightmare about the man who was trying to kidnap me. This man had come back to life, but not as a living being. His head was blown off, it was like a buzzing sound, he was running after me fast, and managed to catch me. I was crying and strugg