Cu lopata rece \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, Clara a ie\u0219it \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103 \u00eenainte ca soarele s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103 de-a binelea. P\u0103m\u00e2ntul era umed dup\u0103 ploaia din noaptea trecut\u0103, iar iarba \u00eei atingea gleznele cu r\u0103coarea ei t\u0103ioas\u0103. Nu voia s\u0103 trezeasc\u0103 pe nimeni. Nici pe Victor. Mai ales pe Victor.<\/p>\n
A p\u0103\u0219it spre locul unde \u0219tia c\u0103 fusese c\u00e2ndva f\u00e2nt\u00e2na veche, acoperit\u0103 cu beton gros \u0219i uitat\u0103 de to\u021bi\u2026 to\u021bi \u00een afar\u0103 de copilul ei.<\/p>\n
A \u00eenceput s\u0103 dea la o parte stratul sub\u021bire de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. La fiecare lovitur\u0103, sim\u021bea cum i se str\u00e2nge pieptul. Totul p\u0103rea o nebunie. Dar, \u00een acela\u0219i timp, ceva din ad\u00e2ncul sufletului ei o \u00eempingea \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute, pa\u0219i mici se auzir\u0103 \u00een spatele ei.<\/p>\n
\u201eMami?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara s-a \u00eentors speriat\u0103. Mihai st\u0103tea \u00een pijamale, \u021bin\u00e2nd o p\u0103turic\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be.<\/p>\n
\u201ePuiule, du-te \u00een cas\u0103. E frig.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mihai a cl\u0103tinat din cap, calm, de parc\u0103 ar fi fost adult. \u201eTrebuie s\u0103 o g\u0103se\u0219ti. A a\u0219teptat prea mult.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inima Clarei s-a rupt pu\u021bin. Nu \u0219tia dac\u0103 vorbea din imagina\u021bie sau dintr-o amintire \u00eengropat\u0103 ad\u00e2nc, dar tonul lui\u2026 tonul acela nu era al unui copil de patru ani.<\/p>\n
Clara a continuat s\u0103 sape. Dup\u0103 doar c\u00e2\u021biva centimetri, lopata a lovit ceva tare. A r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103. Beton. Exact ca \u00een povestea lui Mihai.<\/p>\n
Respira\u021bia i s-a oprit o secund\u0103.<\/p>\n
A atins cu m\u00e2na suprafa\u021ba rece, cr\u0103pat\u0103 pe margini. F\u00e2nt\u00e2na chiar era acolo. Nu era doar o legend\u0103 a casei.<\/p>\n
\u201eClara!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vocea lui Victor s-a auzit din pragul casei. Tare. Nervos.<\/p>\n
Ea s-a ridicat brusc. Mihai s-a lipit de piciorul ei.<\/p>\n
\u201eCe faci acolo?\u201d r\u0103cni el, apropiindu-se cu pa\u0219i mari.<\/p>\n
Clara nu mai era speriat\u0103. Era hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eSap\u201d, a spus ea, cu o voce at\u00e2t de ferm\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t Victor s-a oprit o secund\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u021ai-am zis s\u0103 la\u0219i prostiile astea! O s\u0103 treze\u0219ti satul!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eCe e \u00een f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, Victor?\u201d l-a \u00eentrebat ea, privind direct \u00een ochii lui. \u201eCe ai ascuns acolo?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor a p\u0103lit. A fost doar o clip\u0103, dar Clara a v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n
A v\u0103zut \u0219i Mihai.<\/p>\n
Copilul a \u0219optit: \u201eA \u00eempins-o\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor a f\u0103cut un pas \u00eenapoi, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost lovit. Clara sim\u021bea c\u0103 lumea i se \u00eenv\u00e2rte, dar nu s-a clintit.<\/p>\n
\u201eCine e femeia din f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103?\u201d a repetat ea. \u201eSpune-mi acum.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor a deschis gura, dar niciun cuv\u00e2nt nu a ie\u0219it. A \u00eentors capul, gata s\u0103 fug\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 \u00een acel moment, un vecin care ie\u0219ise cu c\u00e2inele l-a z\u0103rit.<\/p>\n
\u201eTotul bine, Cl\u0103ri\u021ba?\u201d strig\u0103 omul.<\/p>\n
Victor s-a oprit. Era \u00eencol\u021bit.<\/p>\n
Clara a ridicat telefonul. Cu m\u00e2na tremur\u00e2nd, dar hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103, a sunat la poli\u021bie.<\/p>\n
\u201eVreau s\u0103 raportez ceva. E urgent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor s-a repezit s\u0103 \u00eei smulg\u0103 telefonul, dar vecinul a alergat spre ei, strig\u00e2nd dup\u0103 ajutor. \u00cen c\u00e2teva secunde, al\u021bi doi vecini ie\u0219iser\u0103 la por\u021bi. Victor s-a oprit. \u0218tia c\u0103 nu mai are unde fugi.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd poli\u021bi\u0219tii au ridicat placa de beton, to\u021bi cei prezen\u021bi \u0219i-au \u021binut respira\u021bia. Era un miros greu, vechi, ca o amintire \u00eenchis\u0103 prea mult timp.<\/p>\n
La c\u00e2\u021biva metri \u00een jos, au g\u0103sit ceea ce Clara se temea mai mult \u2014 r\u0103m\u0103\u0219i\u021bele unei femei tinere, cu urme de material albastru \u00eenc\u0103 ag\u0103\u021bate de oase. O rochie. Exact ca \u00een desen.<\/p>\n
Mihai s-a uitat \u00een jos, cu ochii mari, dar nu speriat. Parc\u0103 el \u0219tia. Parc\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i amintise totul \u00eenaintea lor.<\/p>\n
Poli\u021bia avea s\u0103 descopere adev\u0103rul \u00een urm\u0103toarele luni: femeia fusese mama lui biologic\u0103, disp\u0103rut\u0103 misterios cu ani \u00eenainte. Victor o cunoscuse. Avusese o ceart\u0103 cu ea legat\u0103 de bani \u2014 vreo 10.000 de lei pe care ea \u00eei ceruse \u00eenapoi. Apoi\u2026 totul se pierduse sub beton.<\/p>\n
Clara \u00eel \u021binea pe Mihai \u00een bra\u021be c\u00e2nd ma\u0219ina poli\u021biei l-a luat pe Victor. Nu sim\u021bea triumf. Doar durere \u0219i un fel de lini\u0219te t\u00e2rzie.<\/p>\n
\u201eGata, puiule\u201d, i-a spus ea, m\u00e2ng\u00e2indu-i p\u0103rul. \u201eNu mai a\u0219teapt\u0103. Am g\u0103sit-o.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mihai a z\u00e2mbit slab. \u201eMul\u021bumesc, mami.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103, Clara a sim\u021bit c\u0103 acel cuv\u00e2nt \u00eei apar\u021binea cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n
De atunci, gr\u0103dina nu i-a mai dat fiori. A devenit un loc viu, plin de flori \u0219i lumin\u0103. Clara a plantat l\u00e2ng\u0103 f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 un tufi\u0219 de lavand\u0103 \u2014 \u00een memoria unei femei pe care nu o cunoscuse, dar pe care o sim\u021bea aproape.<\/p>\n
Iar Mihai\u2026 Mihai a \u00eenceput s\u0103 deseneze altfel. Nu femei pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd. Nu gropi \u00eentunecate. Ci soare, case, oameni care se \u021bin de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, era acas\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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