\u2026mirosul de lavand\u0103 \u0219i naftalin\u0103 mi-a lovit sim\u021burile, acela\u0219i miros pe care \u00eel sim\u021beam ori de c\u00e2te ori \u00eei f\u0103ceam ordine prin dulapuri. Casa era la fel de t\u0103cut\u0103 ca \u00een ultimele zile \u00eenainte s\u0103 plece dintre noi, dar acum t\u0103cerea avea alt gust \u2014 unul care \u00ee\u021bi str\u00e2ngea stomacul.<\/p>\n
Poli\u021bi\u0219tii m-au condus spre sufragerie. Pe m\u0103su\u021ba joas\u0103, unde \u021binea mereu bomboane pentru musafiri, se afla un dosar gros, plin de h\u00e2rtii cu col\u021burile \u00eendoite. L\u00e2ng\u0103 el, o cutie mic\u0103 din lemn, \u00eenchis\u0103 cu o chei\u021b\u0103 sub\u021bire.<\/p>\n
\u201eV\u0103 rug\u0103m s\u0103 lua\u021bi loc\u201d, a spus unul dintre poli\u021bi\u0219ti.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum inima \u00eencepe s\u0103 \u00eemi bat\u0103 \u00een urechi. M-am a\u0219ezat pe marginea fotoliului ei preferat, acela pe care \u00eel tot reparasem \u00eempreun\u0103, lipind cu grij\u0103 bra\u021bul care tot sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia.<\/p>\n
Ofi\u021berul mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 a deschis dosarul. Cel\u0103lalt m-a privit de parc\u0103 \u00eencerca s\u0103-mi citeasc\u0103 sufletul.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu sunte\u021bi \u00een niciun fel de problem\u0103\u201d, a \u00eenceput el. \u201eDar doamna Paraschiva a l\u0103sat anumite lucruri\u2026 \u00een grija dumneavoastr\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum \u00eemi fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u00cen grija mea? Ce fel de lucruri?\u201d<\/p>\n
Poli\u021bistul a \u00eempins dosarul spre mine. M-am uitat \u00een jos \u0219i am v\u0103zut prima pagin\u0103 \u2014 un testament. Numele ei, scris cu litere tremurate. Numele meu, \u00eenregistrat clar, l\u00e2ng\u0103 o fraz\u0103 care mi-a secat gura.<\/p>\n
\u201eLas \u00eentreaga mea gospod\u0103rie \u0219i economiile mele \u00een valoare de 148.000 lei, persoanei care m-a iubit f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 a\u0219tepte nimic \u00een schimb: Maria\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Am clipit de mai multe ori, convins\u0103 c\u0103 citesc gre\u0219it.<\/p>\n \u201eA-a l\u0103sat mie\u2026? Dar eu\u2026 eu nici m\u0103car nu sunt rud\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n Poli\u021bistul a dat din cap.<\/p>\n \u201e\u0218tim. Dar se pare c\u0103 asta \u0219i-a dorit.\u201d<\/p>\n M\u00e2inile mi s-au umezit. G\u00e2ndurile mi s-au \u00eencurcat ca ni\u0219te fire vechi.<\/p>\n \u0218tiam c\u00e2t se chinuise cu pensia ei mic\u0103. \u0218tiam cum num\u0103ra fiecare leu. \u0218tiam cum \u00ee\u0219i str\u00e2ngea borcanele cu m\u0103run\u021bi\u0219 \u0219i cum \u00ee\u0219i nota toate cheltuielile \u00eentr-un caiet albastru. Faptul c\u0103 \u00eemi l\u0103sase mie tot ce avusese \u00een lume m-a lovit \u00een piept ca o avalan\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n \u201eNu pot\u2026 nu pot accepta a\u0219a ceva. Familia ei\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eFamilia ei a fost notificat\u0103 deja\u201d, a spus poli\u021bistul calm. \u201eNu au contestat. Din c\u00e2te am \u00een\u021beles\u2026 nu au fost foarte interesa\u021bi.\u201d<\/p>\n Asta nu m-a surprins. Dar m-a durut.<\/p>\n Am deschis cutia mic\u0103 de lemn. \u00cen\u0103untru erau doar dou\u0103 lucruri: o fotografie veche, \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103, cu ea \u00een tinere\u021be, \u0219i un bile\u021bel \u00eemp\u0103turit \u00een patru.<\/p>\n Cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nde, l-am desf\u0103cut.<\/p>\n \u201ePentru Maria. Atunci am izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns \u2014 nu un pl\u00e2ns zgomotos, ci unul care \u00ee\u021bi scutur\u0103 sufletul din interior. Poli\u021bi\u0219tii au ie\u0219it \u00een hol, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-mi intimitatea de care aveam nevoie.<\/p>\n Casa ei, \u00een lumina slab\u0103 a serii, p\u0103rea c\u0103 \u00eemi vorbe\u0219te. Fiecare pernu\u021b\u0103 cro\u0219etat\u0103, fiecare poz\u0103, fiecare umbrel\u0103 at\u00e2rnat\u0103 de cuier. M-am ridicat \u0219i am atins rama unei fotografii cu ea \u0219i so\u021bul ei, undeva la un t\u00e2rg de toamn\u0103. Z\u00e2mbeau am\u00e2ndoi cu gura p\u00e2n\u0103 la urechi.<\/p>\n \u201eNu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 merit asta\u2026\u201d am \u0219optit.<\/p>\n Dar un g\u00e2nd s-a strecurat \u00eencet \u00een mine. Un g\u00e2nd pe care nu-l mai auzisem demult.<\/p>\n Poate c\u0103 meritam. Poate c\u0103 toat\u0103 bun\u0103tatea pe care o d\u0103dusem f\u0103r\u0103 a\u0219tept\u0103ri se \u00eentorcea acum, \u00eentr-un mod nea\u0219teptat.<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd am ie\u0219it din cas\u0103, frigul nop\u021bii mi-a mu\u0219cat obrajii. Poli\u021bi\u0219tii m-au salutat politicos \u0219i au plecat, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urma lor o lini\u0219te ad\u00e2nc\u0103.<\/p>\n Am privit spre cer. Stelele p\u0103reau altfel. Mai clare. Mai aproape.<\/p>\n A doua zi diminea\u021b\u0103, am intrat din nou \u00een casa ei \u2014 de data asta nu ca vizitator, ci ca p\u0103str\u0103tor al amintirilor ei. Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 aerisesc, s\u0103 pun ordine, s\u0103 scotocesc prin sertare. Nu ca s\u0103 g\u0103sesc ceva de valoare, ci ca s\u0103 \u00eei \u00een\u021beleg povestea \u0219i mai bine.<\/p>\n Printre h\u00e2rtii, am g\u0103sit un caiet mic, pe care scria: \u201eLucruri de f\u0103cut \u00eenainte s\u0103 plec.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Primul punct era: \u201eS\u0103 spun mul\u021bumesc Mariei.\u201d<\/em> Am \u00eenchis ochii \u0219i am sim\u021bit lacrimile curg\u00e2nd din nou.<\/p>\n \u00cen casa t\u0103cut\u0103, am \u00eenceput s\u0103 z\u00e2mbesc.<\/p>\n Nu mai eram singur\u0103.<\/p>\n Nici ea nu mai era.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u2026mirosul de lavand\u0103 \u0219i naftalin\u0103 mi-a lovit sim\u021burile, acela\u0219i miros pe care \u00eel sim\u021beam ori de c\u00e2te ori \u00eei f\u0103ceam ordine prin dulapuri. Casa era la fel de t\u0103cut\u0103 ca \u00een ultimele zile \u00eenainte s\u0103 plece dintre noi, dar acum t\u0103cerea avea alt gust \u2014 unul care \u00ee\u021bi str\u00e2ngea stomacul. 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\u021ai-am spus c\u0103 r\u00e2sul r\u0103m\u00e2ne. Tu ai fost r\u00e2sul meu \u00een ultimii ani.
F\u0103 cu via\u021ba ta ce n-am mai apucat eu. Tr\u0103ie\u0219te f\u0103r\u0103 fric\u0103.
Cu drag, Paraschiva.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
Al doilea: \u201eS\u0103 nu o las singur\u0103 dup\u0103 ce m\u0103 duc.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n