Cry Me A River: 2

That has yet to be determined. What is thirty years, after all? Why do you behave like a rabid cat? The other exclaimed in a shrill voice and tore her hair in a fit of irrational despair.

She exclaimed, "What is thirty years!" when she heard the number. The entirety of a man's life. Aunt Porredda, you have no idea what you're talking about. Take off! Don't bother me! Oh, please, just let me be by myself for the love of Christ! " Uncle Porredda declared, "I'm not leaving." "I cannot believe I am living in my own home! Get up. The devil's child, you! Before you get sick, stop doing this. Because your husband is still not in the galleys, you will have plenty of time tomorrow to rip your hair out by the roots. "

Giovanna bowed her head and started sobbing again, this time in a quiet, depressing manner that was heartbreaking to hear. "I'll never see you again, Costantino. She uttered those words in a voice of lament for the deceased: "I'll never see you again." Our home will be empty, the bed will be chilly, and the family will be dispersed because those vicious dogs have grabbed you and bound you tightly. Oh, my dearest, my lamb! In this world, you are gone. "May those who did it perish in the same manner."

When Aunt Porredda ran out of things to say since Giovanna's anguish was taking up so much of her attention, she started shouting in the gallery: "Bachissia era! Your daughter is going crazy; get up here immediately! "

On the exterior stairs, there was a step. When Aunt Por-redda turned around and entered the room again, a towering, tragic-looking person in all black emerged from behind her. The folds of a black handkerchief encased the thin, yellow face, which was shaped like the face of some raptor. Two dazzling green spots denoted the eyes, which were deep set, overhung by ferocious, heavy brows, and encircled by irate circles. The daughter seemed to be calmed down just by her presence.

She shouted in a stern voice, "Get up! Giovanna stood up. Despite being cast in a large mold and having gigantic hips, she was tall and slender. There were hints of two small feet wearing elastic gaiters and a pair of shapely legs below the short, circular skirt with a large, green hem and a purple band below the waist.

My mother asked, "Why are you worried about these lovely people?" This has been successfully completed now; start coming down for dinner and don't scare the kids or steal these wonderful people's joy. The son of the house, a law student who was home for the holidays, was responsible for the "pleasure of these decent folks."

Giovanna quickly quieted down after realizing that her mother wanted to be followed. She turned toward a basin of water that was perched on a chair and started to wash her face after removing the wool kerchief from her head to reveal an old brocade cap from which waves of coal-black hair were escaping. As the two women exchanged glances, Aunt Porredda silently walked out of the room while holding her lips between her right thumb and fingers.

Once Giovanna had finished her wash and put her hair in place, the other, who had taken this indication, said nothing further and discreetly led the way down the outside stairs. It was now warm, calm, and profoundly late. The Milky Way lay like a gauze scarf adorned with silver spangles after the lone yellow star was followed by a multitude of sparkling asterisks. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly cut hay. The ruminative horse continued to pound his iron-shod hooves onto the stones in the courtyard as the crickets concealed in the trelliswork continued their harsh chirping, and a melancholy note from a song could be heard floating in the distance.

Both the kitchen and a ground-floor bedroom that was occasionally used as a dining area had doors leading out to the courtyard. The doors on each side were wide open. Aunt Porredda was chopping up the macaroni for supper in the kitchen, standing next to the lit stove. A young person dressed in a baggy black dress, untidy and barefoot, was fighting with a thick-headed youngster who resembled his grandma in terms of weight and floridity.