Holul principal mirosea a cear\u0103 proasp\u0103t\u0103 \u0219i trandafiri albi.
Lucia se opri o clip\u0103, privind cum lumina dimine\u021bii se reflecta pe marmura ud\u0103. \u00cen acel moment, u\u0219a de la intrare s-a deschis larg, iar aerul de afar\u0103 a adus cu el un miros u\u0219or de ploaie \u0219i motorin\u0103.<\/p>\n
Au intrat trei b\u0103rba\u021bi \u00eembr\u0103ca\u021bi \u00een costume negre, cu fe\u021bele serioase \u0219i priviri atente. \u00cen spatele lor, un b\u0103rbat \u00een costum alb, cu e\u0219arf\u0103 de m\u0103tase \u0219i o privire ad\u00e2nc\u0103, p\u0103\u0219ea cu o lini\u0219te aproape regal\u0103. Toat\u0103 lumea s-a oprit pentru o clip\u0103.<\/p>\n
Lucia s-a dat instinctiv la perete, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-i s\u0103 treac\u0103.
Dar c\u00e2nd b\u0103rbatul cel mare s-a apropiat de recep\u021bie, privirea lui s-a \u00eentors spre ea. O privire scurt\u0103, dar care p\u0103rea s\u0103 citeasc\u0103 tot: t\u0103cerea, oboseala, demnitatea.<\/p>\n
El a spus ceva \u00een arab\u0103, cu o voce joas\u0103, aproape melodioas\u0103. To\u021bi s-au uitat unii la al\u021bii \u00eencurca\u021bi. Doar Lucia, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie de ce, a r\u0103spuns. Cuvintele i-au venit natural, ca \u0219i cum ar fi stat undeva ad\u00e2nc \u00een amintirea ei.<\/p>\n
T\u0103cerea s-a f\u0103cut grea. B\u0103rbatul a z\u00e2mbit u\u0219or, apoi a rostit \u00een rom\u00e2n\u0103, cu accent str\u0103in:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu m\u0103 a\u0219teptam… s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegi.<\/p>\n
Lucia s-a \u00eenro\u0219it.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nici eu, domnule… n-am mai vorbit limba asta de ani de zile.<\/p>\n
Privirile tuturor s-au \u00eentors spre ea, uimite.
Domnul Valdes \u0219i recep\u021bionerii r\u0103m\u0103seser\u0103 cu gurile \u00eentredeschise.<\/p>\n
\u0218eicul a f\u0103cut un semn discret. G\u0103rzile s-au retras.
Apoi a \u00eentrebat-o:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cum te cheam\u0103?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Lucia, domnule.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Lucia… un nume frumos.<\/p>\n
A privit-o c\u00e2teva clipe, apoi a spus \u00een rom\u00e2n\u0103 st\u00e2lcit\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai vorbit din inim\u0103. A\u0219a vorbeau femeile care m-au crescut… \u00een satul unde copil\u0103ream, departe de de\u0219ert.<\/p>\n
Lucia nu \u0219tia ce s\u0103 spun\u0103. Sim\u021bea cum to\u021bi ochii erau pe ea. A \u00eencercat s\u0103 plece, dar el a oprit-o:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu fugi. Ai adus c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi rece.<\/p>\n
A scos din buzunar o mic\u0103 medalie de aur \u0219i i-a \u00eentins-o. Pe ea era gravat\u0103 o floare simpl\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u021aine-o. \u00cen amintirea unei femei care m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 fiu om.<\/p>\n
Lucia a vrut s\u0103 refuze, dar b\u0103rbatul a insistat cu un gest bl\u00e2nd. A\u0219a c\u0103 a luat-o, sim\u021bind greutatea rece a aurului \u00een palm\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd \u0219eicul a disp\u0103rut \u00een sala \u201eSmarald\u201d, hotelul p\u0103rea altul. Parc\u0103 aerul devenise mai u\u0219or, mai curat.
Lucia a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103 o clip\u0103, apoi \u0219i-a continuat drumul cu c\u0103ruciorul. Dar de data asta, pa\u0219ii ei erau altfel.<\/p>\n
\u00cen sufletul ei se aprinsese ceva ce nu mai sim\u021bise de mult: m\u00e2ndrie.
Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 ani de munc\u0103 t\u0103cut\u0103, sim\u021bea c\u0103 cineva o v\u0103zuse cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a ie\u0219it afar\u0103, ploaia \u00eencepuse u\u0219or.
A str\u00e2ns medalionul \u00een palm\u0103, z\u00e2mbind.
Nu mai era doar femeia care \u0219tergea urmele altora. Era femeia care l\u0103sase o urm\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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