“And what do you want from me?”
“I’m on business here in Venice and she asked me if I could come by this house and see if you were alright. She only wanted to know that you’re alive! She was really worried! She has permanently moved to America with her family. She stopped by the hospital to see you but you had already left and she’d just missed you.”
“My Eve…” I whisper, feeling true happiness.
“Yes, Eve. I have to go now. It was nice to meet you.”
“Me too. If you see her, tell her that I love her a lot,” I say while looking into her eyes.
“I’ll tell her…” she answers and is ready to leave… “One minute!” she says.
“What is it?”
“I forgot to tell you something else she told me.”
“What?”
“If I remember right, she told me a phrase in Italian.”
“What phrase?”
“Piccolo ribelle… something like that.”
“Thank you. You’ve given meaning and happiness to my life,” I say.
“I didn’t. Eve did… goodbye.”
“Goodbye…” I say and close the door.
I go down the stairs to my cellar and take out the dusty portrait that is hidden and which I’ve kept for decades.
I look into Eve’s image and I whisper…
‘Piccolo ribelle’… young rebel…
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