Ana Petrescu a oftat ad\u00e2nc. \u0218i-a scos paltonul, l-a a\u0219ezat pe sp\u0103tarul unui scaun r\u0103mas \u00een picioare \u0219i s-a uitat la copii.<\/p>\n
Ioana st\u0103tea lipit\u0103 de fratele ei, cu obrajii ro\u0219ii de frig. Matei clipea des, obosit, cu ochii mari.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Acum o s\u0103 fie lini\u0219te, a spus ea calm. At\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
Maria a \u00eenghi\u021bit \u00een sec. De ani de zile nu mai auzise vocea mamei ei at\u00e2t de sigur\u0103. De parc\u0103 tot ce se \u00eent\u00e2mplase fusese o treab\u0103 rezolvat\u0103, nu o tragedie.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Dar Andrei\u2026 mama lui\u2026 o s\u0103 vin\u0103, o s\u0103 fac\u0103 scandal\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 S\u0103 vin\u0103. Aici nu mai calc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ana a mers \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. A pus apa la fiert, a scos din c\u0103mar\u0103 o pung\u0103 cu covrigi usca\u021bi \u0219i un borcan de dulcea\u021b\u0103 de prune. Nimic festiv, nimic special. Dar era cald. Era acas\u0103.<\/p>\n
Copiii s-au a\u0219ezat la mas\u0103. Maria a r\u0103mas \u00een prag, nesigur\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103\u2026 e apartamentul lor\u2026<\/p>\n
Ana s-a \u00eentors brusc.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu. Este al t\u0103u. Eu l-am cump\u0103rat. Pe numele t\u0103u. Andrei n-a pus nici m\u0103car un leu. \u0218i mama lui \u0219tia foarte bine.<\/p>\n
Maria a sim\u021bit cum i se \u00eenmoaie genunchii. Toate certurile, toate umilin\u021bele, toate vorbele aruncate\u2026 dintr-odat\u0103 se a\u0219ezau altfel.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De ce nu mi-ai spus?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru c\u0103 trebuia s\u0103 vezi singur\u0103. \u0218i ai v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n
Afara au \u00eenceput s\u0103 se aud\u0103 primele artificii. Un an nou \u00eencepea, dar \u00een apartament era lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Ana a turnat ceaiul \u00een c\u0103ni ciobite. A pus dulcea\u021b\u0103 \u00een farfurii mici.<\/p>\n
\u2014 M\u00e2nca\u021bi. M\u00e2ine e o zi lung\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen noaptea aia, Maria n-a dormit. A stat pe canapea, cu copiii adormi\u021bi l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, \u0219i s-a uitat la tavan. Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani, nu \u00eei era fric\u0103.<\/p>\n
Diminea\u021ba, telefonul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 sune. Andrei. Apoi iar. Mesaje. Amenin\u021b\u0103ri. Promisiuni.<\/p>\n
Ana a luat telefonul, a citit tot \u0219i l-a pus pe mas\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu r\u0103spunzi. Azi mergem la notar.<\/p>\n
La pr\u00e2nz, Maria semna actele. Apartamentul era oficial doar al ei. Seara, Ana a scos din sertar o h\u00e2rtie veche.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Asta e h\u00e2rtia cu datoria lui Andrei. \u00cemprumutul pentru \u201eafacerea\u201d lui. N-a dat nimic \u00eenapoi. O s\u0103-l execute banca. Nu te mai poate atinge.<\/p>\n
Maria a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns. Nu de fric\u0103. De u\u0219urare.<\/p>\n
Au trecut luni. Andrei a disp\u0103rut din via\u021ba lor. Elena Constantinescu nu a mai sunat niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Maria \u0219i-a g\u0103sit un serviciu stabil. Copiii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 din nou. Apartamentul a fost reparat \u00eencet, cu bani pu\u021bini, dar cu suflet.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103, st\u0103teau toate trei pe balcon. Ana, Maria \u0219i Ioana.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103, a \u0219optit Maria, \u0219tii ce-ai f\u0103cut \u00een seara aia?<\/p>\n
Ana a z\u00e2mbit u\u0219or.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da. Ce trebuia.<\/p>\n
\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103, Maria a \u00een\u021beles: uneori, dragostea adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu e bl\u00e2nd\u0103. E ferm\u0103. \u0218i te scoate din frig, chiar dac\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 d\u0103r\u00e2me o mas\u0103 ca s-o fac\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ana Petrescu a oftat ad\u00e2nc. \u0218i-a scos paltonul, l-a a\u0219ezat pe sp\u0103tarul unui scaun r\u0103mas \u00een picioare \u0219i s-a uitat la copii. Ioana st\u0103tea lipit\u0103 de fratele ei, cu obrajii ro\u0219ii de frig. Matei clipea des, obosit, cu ochii mari. \u2014 Acum o s\u0103 fie lini\u0219te, a spus ea calm. At\u00e2t. Maria a \u00eenghi\u021bit \u00een […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":15981,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15980","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-diverse"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15980","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15980"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15980\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15982,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15980\/revisions\/15982"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/15981"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15980"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15980"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15980"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}