Last Sunday may well have been a normal Sunday, but it was not. I would not say it was strange, it was rather different. Gilberto did not want to start going to church, he vowed never again set foot in that place. Carla, his wife, surprised by the decision of her husband said.
- God will not have done anything.
- Noej He - he answered.
Carla, confused or perhaps annoying, do not know, took his young son by one arm and left. Gilberto was left alone at home.
did none of the tasks that were pending on Sunday, or for that Sunday, or cut the grass, and bathed the dog, let alone fixed the faucet. He did nothing. Spent the whole morning in his underwear, lying in bed, alternating between the Food Chanel, the Cartoon Network, and a movie which repeated for the umpteenth time for local television. I was hot, had all the home fans turned on, all over it.
At about 10 o'clock in the morning she was hungry, or describe what as "a satanic hunger" , but declined to go cook something better waiting for his wife back. Hours passed, Carla did not come.
- Damn, that Mass ends at noon, there will be hell metio Aonda Carla. - Gilberto said sulky, walking to the kitchen, going to heat some Chef Boyardee, but he could not bear hunger.
ate and ate like a savage each of the balls, torn with his tusks, crushing it with his teeth, then, swallowing. Pasta, sucked one by one, leaving them without skin, without sauce, as if they are raw, in this case pulp alive. Over, his mouth smeared in orange that looked like a vampire just finished dinner. He walked slowly to the sink and washed his mouth.
went to his bed, lit TV, wrestling. Hours passed and did not notice, her hair very tip to remember it was supposed that his wife had come home. Fighting ended, looked at the clock,
- Aonda will have got it, look what time it is.
decided to call the phone, but it happened so many times it happens to us men, not knowing the number of cellular memory of his wife. Lamenting sought phone book, but neither he looked at his cell phone, but it was, he never called her there. A little stunned and sat in a bad mood in bed, fell asleep so much concern.
not know how many hours went by, when Gilbert woke up. His wife has not arrived, he was drenched in sweat. Stood on the bed, got into the shower and took a cold bath. Heard the electric gate that opened. Carla arrived, that thought. He ran to meet her in a towel.
-Carla, mi amol, "Aonda been?
-At home mom.
- Pol do not call me?
- No, I was upset.
- pol I was very worried you.
- (sigh) Gilberto, I owe you an apology for this morning.
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