We arrived at Nairobi airport early in the morning. We had come by the sudden death of Mr. Sherman. A heart attack he warned with a hint weeks earlier, he had been while watching television in the living room late in the morning. Mrs. Sherman was asleep in the room and wakes up in the morning found him lying on the ground. As disconsolate called us to give us the news, both Chris and I agreed that we could not miss. The Sherman was a great support to us when my parents had that accident, and now Mrs. Sherman needed the support of everyone who could attend him.
found Mrs. Sherman quite emaciated. It had been two years since the last time we met, and yet it seemed that the face of that tiny lady with white hair, had been a decade. His children had been my inseparable friends in childhood. It seemed incredible that so much time had passed. I expected to receive two young faces opening the door, which my memory had retained the day we said goodbye, and found two faces marked by the signs of time and the reflection of sadness. We hugged as if they had spent all those years. As if that hug was not for the fruit of the sadness that accompanied that moment their lives, but the sign of the friendship that had marked and rejoined ours. I would have preferred that the meeting with them would have been otherwise, the result of chance or a simple return, and have concluded with a drink and a laugh remembering the old stories.
The day after the funeral, Mrs. Sherman invited us to his house to eat, and also Chris and I took a visit to say goodbye to all of them. I had occasion to catch up with Philip and Joey, to exchange our phones and plan a future meeting to pick up our contact. There, next to them were also his wives. Mary the wife of Philip, a Scottish very blonde, almost white hair and green eyes, who had left millimeter recorded and profiled each of the factions in his three daughters: Mary Jane, Lucy, and Kimberly. Joey's wife was called Emma, \u200b\u200bwas American and his face was marked by an eternal melancholy which not off the whole time we share with them. Joey told me he had more than five years trying unsuccessfully to have children, it might be that the reflection that showed their eyes, because he was very sorry when Mrs. Sherman mentioned how the girl that Helen and I lost in the fifth month of pregnancy.
was a very pleasant visit despite the bad shot that was going through there for the death of Mr. Sherman. The reunions are usually wrapped with an air of sweet melancholy remembrance, and a cool breeze coming so. Back to our home I suddenly felt comforted. It was as if all of a sudden, it has acquired another color. The feelings I experienced had nothing to do with those who had felt two years ago, when the events that brought me to poke poked for work on an open wound. Our house beat with the brightness of that sun that made her more beautiful than I remembered. The meeting with the Sherman brothers had returned me the taste of the old years lived in that street, where we learned to ride a bike and walk on our knees full of crusts with Mercurochrome, to play ball, to quarrel and believe to be the bravest ; to forgive and swear always be friends, to say goodbye and now rediscover the fading youth.
- ... What about ...? Paul, Paul asked Chris at the door of his house when they returned home from Sherman.
"Sorry I was minding my own business and I was not listening.
"I said, I thought we should sell the house. Not worth keeping, we have been two years without coming, and not for the funeral of Mr. Sherman, had passed many others.
"I'm thinking back here, Chris, I can do my work from anywhere, I'm always traveling, and I think I could use a change of scenery.
- Is it for Helen?
"It's for everything. The back here has opened my eyes. Maybe my condition is elusive, I'm always running away from everything.
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a month ago and talked on the phone.
"It's normal, first lost her daughter, and then slowly you will lose. What must have gone wrong.
-I tried it, Chris, I assure you I tried with all my strength, but our relationship had long been cold. That girl was the only thing that kept us somewhat excited, but that was only an illusion.
"I've never dared to ask, but when landing yesterday I could not help thinking. What happened to the English girl, she got your letter?
I do not know, I guess so. I knew nothing, did not answer was expected.
- What did the letter? If not get involved too much in your life.
"Whenever you get too much in my life, I expected this question two years ago, the strange thing is that you've bitten my tongue for so long.
"I was not about to deliver.
-I wish I'd done.
- Why? What did he say? Now I'm intrigued.
"Well in a nutshell, although the truth is that were many that I wrote, told him how my life was at that moment and he owed me a life that was chosen.
"At last I heard, I now feel guilty induce you.
"I did not hear was what I felt I should do and not feel guilty about your palabas, were full of reason.
- Do you know that I was also about to open it and rewrite it to deter intention on your part, of a possible meeting?
"It'd been, I wrote in English.
"I know.
- then opened it!
-No, I figured ... Well, yes, I opened it. But I repented on the spot and left it as it was. Now I regret having done it might be possible that she I had noticed and have insisted to be sure.
"Well, now I see you too on your part.
- Why not try? Go get it, now you are free.
"Now is not fair, Chris.
- Why not? I see very logical. "You
did not read the letter, I was too dry and cold, he noticed he did not want any doubt on my part and I think I spent a bit over the line by keeping the distance. If I appear now appears that the use of a second plate. I would play well in place, believe me.
"At least, you should try it, that's what I think but have not read the letter.
"And I think you're a heavy and you should get into your own business.
"You're getting defensive, basically ignore me Sounds good. You're wishing for, do not be silly, I can accompany you to the hotel where he delivered the letter, I still remember the receptionist, was a Hindu.
Chris
"No, seriously, let it be. I want to return to London, get my stuff and settle here. Need to put my ideas into place. I mean no harm, and spare me with which I did to Helen.
"But feelings for Eva or do not feel ...
"It's been too long and I'm afraid that what I feel is not true, but a mirage of what I felt at the time. Moreover, in these two years may have given his life a great little twist.
"What you have is fear make illusions, Paul, not what you feel.
"That might be too.
"But you have nothing to lose by trying, if you do not find or do not want to hear from you, is the same as you have now.
"No Me Lies Chris, let me think a while and I'll see what I do.
"I do not think too much, Paul, it's been two years, the time in this case does not count in your favor.
heavy
"Come, come with me to this hotel. As this goes wrong and I pass bill, you'll always remember me dupe.
"Do not be troublemaker and a coward, this story is yours from the day it began, I am just a key piece of this puzzle.
- Indispensable? Do not make me laugh.
mentally I needed to ask two or three times if he was sure he wanted to resume the story, but the only response I got when we left that we can not find the hotel where the receptionist. He had returned to India for over a year, and now living in New Delhi. It was at that moment, knowing that would not be easy to trace the whereabouts of Eve, when I felt the need to want to move on in search something he did not know where I would, but knowing that if he found out I would live in peace.
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