\u201eAi venit, b\u0103iete… ai venit…\u201d, a \u0219optit, iar lacrimile i s-au prelins pe obraji.<\/p>\n
Murphy a oftat ad\u00e2nc \u0219i s-a lipit mai str\u00e2ns de pieptul st\u0103p\u00e2nului, ca \u0219i cum ar fi \u0219tiut c\u0103 timpul nu mai avea r\u0103bdare. \u00cen camer\u0103 era o lini\u0219te sf\u00e2nt\u0103, rupt\u0103 doar de sunetul bl\u00e2nd al respira\u021biei greoaie \u0219i al cozii care continua s\u0103 se mi\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Nimeni nu spunea nimic. To\u021bi st\u0103team acolo, \u00een t\u0103cere, martori la o iubire care nu avea nevoie de cuvinte. \u00centre un om \u0219i c\u00e2inele lui credincios.<\/p>\n
Murphy \u0219i-a ridicat capul o clip\u0103 \u0219i \u0219i-a frecat botul de obrazul st\u0103p\u00e2nului, apoi a \u00eenceput s\u0103-l ling\u0103 u\u0219or, ca \u0219i cum ar fi vrut s\u0103 \u0219tearg\u0103 toate durerile, toate suferin\u021bele. Iar b\u0103rbatul a z\u00e2mbit.<\/p>\n
\u201eMi-a fost dor de tine \u00een fiecare noapte, b\u0103iete\u201d, a spus el, cu o voce abia auzit\u0103. \u201e\u0218tiam c\u0103 nu plec p\u00e2n\u0103 nu te mai v\u0103d o dat\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Asistenta \u0219i-a dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i ascund\u0103 lacrimile. Fiica lui tocmai ajunsese \u0219i privea din u\u0219\u0103, tremur\u00e2nd, cu m\u00e2na peste inim\u0103.<\/p>\n
Murphy \u0219i-a a\u0219ezat capul la loc, calm, mul\u021bumit, de parc\u0103 ar fi \u0219tiut c\u0103 \u0219i-a \u00eendeplinit misiunea. B\u0103rbatul \u0219i-a ridicat u\u0219or m\u00e2na, sl\u0103bit, \u0219i \u0219i-a \u00eenfipt degetele \u00een blana aurie, ca \u00een vremurile vechi. \u00centr-un col\u021b al camerei, un monitor a \u00eenceput s\u0103 arate o linie mai stabil\u0103. B\u0103t\u0103ile inimii p\u0103reau mai clare, mai lini\u0219tite.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een zile \u00eentregi, b\u0103rbatul a adormit lini\u0219tit. Cu Murphy l\u00e2ng\u0103 el. Cu pace pe chip. Cu inima \u00eentreag\u0103.<\/p>\n
A doua zi diminea\u021b\u0103, am intrat \u00een camer\u0103 \u0219i am \u00eencremenit.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2nul nu mai era. Murise \u00een somn, cu m\u00e2na str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een blana lui Murphy, care st\u0103tea nemi\u0219cat, cu capul pe pieptul lui, veghetor, demn, ca un cavaler de onoare la ultima straj\u0103.<\/p>\n
Fiica lui a pl\u00e2ns, dar nu cu disperare. \u201eTata n-ar fi putut s\u0103 plece altfel. Murphy era… totul pentru el.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i avea dreptate.<\/p>\n
Murphy nu a vrut s\u0103 plece din camer\u0103. A r\u0103mas acolo p\u00e2n\u0103 ce trupul a fost luat, \u0219i apoi a mers t\u0103cut la u\u0219\u0103, uit\u00e2ndu-se o clip\u0103 \u00eenapoi, ca \u0219i cum \u00ee\u0219i lua r\u0103mas-bun.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, fiica l-a dus acas\u0103. Dar se vedea c\u0103 Murphy nu mai era acela\u0219i. Se a\u0219eza l\u00e2ng\u0103 fotoliul gol \u0219i a\u0219tepta. Privea u\u0219a. L\u0103tra noaptea, vis\u00e2nd, poate, vocea care \u00eel strigase de at\u00e2tea ori cu drag: \u201eVino aici, b\u0103iete bun!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00eentr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, s-a culcat l\u00e2ng\u0103 pantofii st\u0103p\u00e2nului \u0219i n-a mai deschis ochii.<\/p>\n
Murphy \u0219i-a g\u0103sit din nou st\u0103p\u00e2nul. Dincolo de timp, dincolo de durere.<\/p>\n
\u0218i undeva, poate \u00eentr-un col\u021b de cer, un b\u0103tr\u00e2n z\u00e2mbe\u0219te \u0219i \u00eentinde m\u00e2na.<\/p>\n
\u201eBun b\u0103iat, Murphy… bun b\u0103iat.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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