Ana a \u00eenchis telefonul \u0219i s-a sprijinit de perete. Respira greu. Nu mai era timp de lacrimi. Fiecare secund\u0103 conta.<\/p>\n
A ie\u0219it din camer\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot. Hotelul era plin de r\u00e2sete, muzic\u0103, pahare care se ciocneau. Nunta continua, ca \u0219i cum nimic nu s-ar fi \u00eent\u00e2mplat. Ca \u0219i cum via\u021ba ei nu se f\u0103cuse \u021b\u0103nd\u0103ri sub un pat.<\/p>\n
L-a v\u0103zut pe Radu l\u00e2ng\u0103 bar, cu sacoul desf\u0103cut, z\u00e2mbind larg. \u00cei \u0219tia z\u00e2mbetul. \u00cel iubise. Acum \u00eei p\u0103rea str\u0103in.<\/p>\n
Nu s-a dus la el.<\/p>\n
A ie\u0219it afar\u0103, \u00een aerul rece al nop\u021bii, \u0219i a chemat un taxi.<\/p>\n
\u201eUnde mergem?\u201d a \u00eentrebat \u0219oferul.<\/p>\n
\u201eAcas\u0103. \u00cen Militari.\u201d<\/p>\n
Drumul i s-a p\u0103rut interminabil. \u00cen cap \u00eei r\u0103sunau cuvintele Zoiei. \u201eP\u0103s\u0103ric\u0103 \u00eentr-o colivie.\u201d A str\u00e2ns telefonul \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. Colivia urma s\u0103 se rup\u0103.<\/p>\n
Acas\u0103, a scos toate actele din sertar. Contractul de v\u00e2nzare-cump\u0103rare. Extrasul de carte funciar\u0103. Totul era, \u00eentr-adev\u0103r, pe numele ei. Radu o convinsese c\u0103 \u201ea\u0219a e mai simplu\u201d. Acum \u00een\u021belegea de ce.<\/p>\n
Diminea\u021ba a venit f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fi dormit.<\/p>\n
La ora nou\u0103 fix, tat\u0103l ei o a\u0219tepta \u00een fa\u021ba notarului, un b\u0103rbat trecut de cincizeci de ani, cu m\u00e2inile b\u0103t\u0103torite de munc\u0103 \u0219i privirea calm\u0103. Nu punea multe \u00eentreb\u0103ri. Niciodat\u0103 nu pusese. O crezuse mereu.<\/p>\n
\u00cen biroul mic, cu mobil\u0103 veche \u0219i miros de cafea, Ana a pus telefonul pe mas\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eAsculta\u021bi\u201d, a spus.<\/p>\n
Vocea Zoiei a umplut \u00eenc\u0103perea.<\/p>\n
Notarul a ridicat spr\u00e2ncenele. Tat\u0103l ei a \u00eenchis ochii pentru o clip\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen mai pu\u021bin de o or\u0103, actele erau preg\u0103tite. O procur\u0103 anulat\u0103. O notificare oficial\u0103. O cerere de divor\u021b pentru \u00een\u0219el\u0103ciune \u0219i rea-credin\u021b\u0103. Totul legal. Curat.<\/p>\n
La pr\u00e2nz, Ana s-a \u00eentors la hotel.<\/p>\n
Radu o a\u0219tepta.<\/p>\n
\u201eUnde ai fost?\u201d a \u00eentrebat, iritat. \u201eAi disp\u0103rut de la propria nunt\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ana i-a \u00eentins un plic.<\/p>\n
\u201eCite\u0219te.\u201d<\/p>\n
A citit. Fa\u021ba i s-a schimbat. Z\u00e2mbetul a disp\u0103rut.<\/p>\n
\u201eCe prostii sunt astea?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ana a ap\u0103sat \u201eplay\u201d.<\/p>\n
De data asta, Radu a ascultat propria mam\u0103 vorbind.<\/p>\n
Nu a mai spus nimic.<\/p>\n
Seara, Ana a plecat din hotel cu o singur\u0103 valiz\u0103. Nu \u00eenfr\u00e2nt\u0103. Eliberat\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, st\u0103tea \u00een acela\u0219i apartament. Soarele intra pe geam. Pe mas\u0103 era o cafea fierbinte. Telefonul a vibrat.<\/p>\n
Un mesaj de la tat\u0103l ei: \u201eSunt m\u00e2ndru de tine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ana a z\u00e2mbit.<\/p>\n
Uneori, cele mai ur\u00e2te farse ale vie\u021bii sunt exact trezirea de care ai nevoie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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