\u2026era o dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 mohor\u00e2t\u0103 de noiembrie, cu frunze ude lipite de trotuar. Am deschis u\u0219a f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103, convins\u0103 c\u0103 e vreun vecin venit s\u0103 cear\u0103 sare sau un agent de asigur\u0103ri. \u00cen prag st\u0103tea un b\u0103iat \u00eenalt, slab, cu un ghiozdan uzat pe un um\u0103r. Avea ochii ei.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Dumneavoastr\u0103 sunte\u021bi Maria Popa? m-a \u00eentrebat politicos.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se str\u00e2nge stomacul. Am dat din cap.
\u2014 Eu sunt Andrei, a spus. Sunt\u2026 nepotul dumneavoastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
N-am \u0219tiut ce s\u0103 zic. M-am sprijinit de tocul u\u0219ii, ca s\u0103 nu cad. L-am poftit \u00een\u0103untru f\u0103r\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt. \u00cen buc\u0103t\u0103rie mirosea a sup\u0103 de pui, pus\u0103 pe foc din obi\u0219nuin\u021b\u0103, de\u0219i m\u00e2ncam mai mult singur\u0103.<\/p>\n
S-a a\u0219ezat la mas\u0103, drept, ca la \u0219coal\u0103. \u0218i-a fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat m\u00e2inile.
\u2014 Mama\u2026 mama mea e Ana, a continuat. A zis c\u0103 pot s\u0103 vin. C\u0103 e timpul.<\/p>\n
N-am \u00eentrebat nimic. Nici unde e Ana, nici cum a tr\u0103it. Mi-era fric\u0103 de r\u0103spunsuri. M\u0103 uitam la b\u0103iat \u0219i vedeam o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 pe care o refuzasem. \u0218aisprezece ani de zile f\u0103r\u0103 zile de na\u0219tere, f\u0103r\u0103 serb\u0103ri, f\u0103r\u0103 \u201emam\u0103\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mama a muncit mult, a spus el, de parc\u0103 mi-ar fi citit g\u00e2ndurile. A f\u0103cut curat la oameni, a lucrat la o patiserie, apoi la un magazin. Nu s-a pl\u00e2ns niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
A scos din ghiozdan o fotografie. Ana, cu p\u0103rul prins, mai obosit\u0103, dar z\u00e2mbind. \u021ainea un copil de m\u00e2n\u0103. Pe el.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mi-a spus s\u0103 v\u0103 dau asta, a zis. \u0218i s\u0103 v\u0103 spun c\u0103 nu v\u0103 ur\u0103\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Atunci am \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng. Nu frumos. Nu discret. Ca un om care \u021bine \u00een el prea mult timp. Andrei s-a ridicat \u0219i m-a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at st\u00e2ngaci. Avea miros de ploaie \u0219i de s\u0103pun ieftin.<\/p>\n
Am stat mult timp a\u0219a.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, a mai venit. \u00cei pl\u0103cea supa mea. \u00cei pl\u0103cea s\u0103 stea \u00een camera Anei, pe care n-o schimbasem niciodat\u0103. M-a \u00eentrebat de ce. I-am spus adev\u0103rul: pentru c\u0103 sperasem mereu, \u00een t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o duminic\u0103, a venit \u0219i Ana.<\/p>\n
Era mai mic\u0103 dec\u00e2t mi-o aminteam. Sau poate eu eram mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103. Ne-am privit mult timp, apoi ea a spus:
\u2014 Mam\u0103.<\/p>\n
At\u00e2t. N-a fost nevoie de altceva.<\/p>\n
Am aflat atunci c\u00e2t de gre\u0219it\u0103 fusesem. Nu copilul \u00eemi distrusese via\u021ba. Frica mea o f\u0103cuse. Ru\u0219inea. Vorbele altora. \u0218i durerea nerezolvat\u0103 din tinere\u021bea mea.<\/p>\n
Ana avea acum un mic salon de manichiur\u0103. Tr\u0103ise modest, dar cinstit. Andrei era elev bun, voia s\u0103 dea la Medicin\u0103. \u00cenv\u0103\u021ba nop\u021bile, la masa din buc\u0103t\u0103rie, sub un bec slab, economisind fiecare leu.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, i-am spus:
\u2014 Casa asta e \u0219i a ta. A voastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ana a pl\u00e2ns. Andrei a z\u00e2mbit larg.<\/p>\n
Nu mai pot schimba ce-am f\u0103cut. Dar pot schimba ce urmeaz\u0103.<\/p>\n
Acum, duminica, m\u00e2nc\u0103m to\u021bi trei la mas\u0103. R\u00e2dem. Vorbim. Uneori t\u0103cem. \u0218i e bine. Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 foarte mul\u021bi ani, e bine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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