Viorica \u00ee\u0219i mu\u0219c\u0103 buzele ca s\u0103 nu spun\u0103 ceva ce ar fi regretat. \u00cen ad\u00e2ncul sufletului ei clocotea o sup\u0103rare veche, mocnit\u0103, pe care \u00eencerca de luni de zile s-o \u021bin\u0103 \u00een fr\u00e2u. Dar totul avea o limit\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd u\u0219a s-a \u00eenchis \u00een urma cumnatei, a r\u0103mas sprijinit\u0103 de perete, privind buc\u0103t\u0103ria ca dup\u0103 o furtun\u0103. Pe mas\u0103, resturi de m\u00e2ncare, firimituri \u0219i un miros greu de pr\u0103jeal\u0103. \u201eA\u0219a nu se mai poate\u201d, \u00ee\u0219i zise hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.<\/p>\n
Seara, c\u00e2nd Viorel a venit din nou \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, ea \u00eel a\u0219tepta cu o privire serioas\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Viorele, trebuie s\u0103 punem o limit\u0103. Eu nu mai pot tr\u0103i a\u0219a.<\/p>\n
El, ca de obicei, \u00eencerc\u0103 s-o lini\u0219teasc\u0103:
\u2014 Las\u0103, drag\u0103, e doar o vizit\u0103. N-o s\u0103 stea ve\u0219nic pe capul nostru.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu e o vizit\u0103, e o invazie! \u2014 izbucni ea. \u2014 M\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 tot, r\u0103scolesc prin dulapuri, copiii lor sar pe canapele cu pantofii murdari… \u0218i tu taci mereu!<\/p>\n
Viorel oft\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i iubea sora, dar \u0219i lini\u0219tea din cas\u0103. Pentru prima dat\u0103, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 e prins la mijloc.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bine, o s\u0103 vorbesc cu ea, \u2014 spuse \u00een cele din urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dar zilele treceau, \u0219i nimic nu se schimba. Lenu\u021ba continua s\u0103 apar\u0103 neanun\u021bat\u0103, iar Viorica sim\u021bea cum \u00eei cre\u0219te nodul din g\u00e2t. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103, c\u00e2nd a pus piciorul \u00een prag.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd soneria a sunat din nou, ea a privit prin vizor \u0219i a v\u0103zut fe\u021bele vesele ale cumnatei \u0219i copiilor. De data asta nu a deschis. A respirat ad\u00e2nc, \u0219i, pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103, a ales s\u0103 tac\u0103… dar ferm.<\/p>\n
Telefonul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 sune. Lenu\u021ba, ofensat\u0103:
\u2014 Ce-i cu tine, Viorico? Suntem la u\u0219\u0103!<\/p>\n
\u2014 Lenu\u021bo, azi nu se poate. Fac curat, \u0219i vreau lini\u0219te. Hai s\u0103 ne auzim alt\u0103 dat\u0103.<\/p>\n
A urmat o t\u0103cere scurt\u0103, apoi un oftat lung de partea cealalt\u0103.
\u2014 Bine, cum vrei…<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd pa\u0219ii s-au \u00eendep\u0103rtat, Viorica s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it pe canapea. Sim\u021bea o eliberare stranie, amestecat\u0103 cu team\u0103. \u201eOare am f\u0103cut bine?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dar \u00een ziua urm\u0103toare, c\u00e2nd prietenii au venit, casa era curat\u0103, masa ar\u0103ta minunat, iar atmosfera era lini\u0219tit\u0103. Nimeni nu r\u0103scolea frigiderul, nimeni nu ridica vocea.<\/p>\n
La finalul serii, Viorel i-a luat m\u00e2na.
\u2014 Ai avut dreptate, \u2014 zise el cu un z\u00e2mbet bl\u00e2nd. \u2014 A fost prima zi \u00een care m-am sim\u021bit acas\u0103.<\/p>\n
Viorica z\u00e2mbi. \u0218tia c\u0103 drumul spre respect \u00eencepe cu un \u201enu\u201d spus la momentul potrivit. \u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 locuin\u021ba lor chiar le apar\u021bine.<\/p>\n
De atunci, soneria n-a mai sunat f\u0103r\u0103 anun\u021b, iar frigiderul a r\u0103mas plin. Iar Viorica, \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i bea cafeaua \u00een lini\u0219te, cu un z\u00e2mbet u\u0219or \u2014 semnul unei femei care a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103 spun\u0103 \u201eGata, ajunge.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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