domenica 6 luglio 2014

Cannibal by Three for one



The summer that year was not the best, hail, rain and sunshine alternated as in a dance folle.La people always complain when their profits go to the bottom, because it claims, rightly, to have a fair advantage to the work created. Nature as free offers so take away, it's just a matter of time.La Rochelle is a town rich in history and activity time, he was a huge crossroads of trade flows directed towards the new lands beyond the ocean, the island adjacent to the headland provides shelter to the boats when the fearsome sea makes its immense strength.
Attilio is a young man of good family more prone to the fun that the commitments imposed by his father, this does not stop him entertaining when working with clients boulangerie handsome family, looking slyly intrigue and seduce them.Non then he found it very difficult to get approaches love with married women, being good-looking and remarkable loquacity.His father, fearing the worst for these relations had repeatedly turned away from work, more to appease the talk of the ward that paternal love, but from the good parent reinstated almost immediately, realizing that most of the customers vanished with his absence.
In front of the bakery at number 17 Rue Villeneuve lived a usurer, a kind of low, ominous-known as Noir Gabella, his wife Clotilde was a very handsome woman is every day in the company of his daughter Bruna went to the shop to make their shopping.Bruna is a masculine-looking lass in the flesh, but deeply in love Attilio unrequited, to 20 years in certain cooked seem to be the only reason for living especially when nature was not very generous.
Attilio ''Clotilde Hello! Hello Bruna.What can I do for you?''
A voice said from the back of the shop'' Del bread son, we only sell donuts and bread'' was Sesto father Attilio.
Attilio'' do not worry about what he says, in recent times want to be witty, but he does bad, my poor mother who married''
Clotilde'' Even my husband makes jokes nonsense that only seem to amuse him, then you get used to not hear more.'' Bruna looked sternly at her mother, not so much to defend her father, she did not even laugh, fear to be confronted with his mother for Attilio disturbed her.
Clotilde was married to Gabella to pay off gambling debts of his father, a man who because of his wife's death in a short squandered the considerable family wealth , playing card games and drinking cognac.She loved Floubert, an employee of the cadastre orphaned of both parents at an early age. rumor was that the lady had never forgotten his great love and secretly met him, despite the past years.
Attilio'' Madame here is your bread'' ironically'' Fortunately, there is the love that makes everything look more beautiful''
Clotilde'' Yes! Fortunately, well said, just for luck''
Bruna annoyed, with a fake smile that betrays her jealousy'' Let's mother?''
Clotilde'' You my dear, today there is a market I want to buy some new clothes for me and for you.'' Leaving radiant smile greets with the clerk.
Sesto out of the back'' Leave that woman alone!'' Do not put ideas in your head, I know for a long time and are not allowed to one like you''
Attilio'' Why do I lack?I'm Tall and strong young man, unlike you''
Sesto'''Id better shut up, or I'll throw a slap, ugly goat rude. This is the result of my sacrifice!'' Swinging his head.
Attilio'' Dad was joking, you know that in the end, but just in my heart I love you, but what I said is true''
Sesto screaming'' Go away ungrateful! Get out and found another job before I lose my patience and you really beat you.''
Attilio quickly takes off his coat and heading for the exit smiling dad says-'' Hello'' I'll see you tonight
Sesto'' Go to hell!''
The market is located on Rue du Palais, characterized by its beautiful white stone porches, the stalls are arranged on both sides of the road leaving a small central corridor for passers under the arcades small groups of housewives chatting undisturbed...http://www.xinxii.com/it/three-for-one-p-353767.html

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