With just a little more left to match Rosario's boss's pentathlete, even the gold - framed glass in the eye is matte. But in his mind, he was looking out of the window at the sea, which looked like a picture framed by a single whip. Synopsis he saw that morning - Sylvie's son.
He was occupying the whole mind. Sylvie's son - that is, her grandson - Mary has been seen many times as a saddle. Lacking the courage to look, or the lack of such a good opportunity: he had not yet clearly seen the boy. But he was not surprised to find himself alone today, playing in front of his house. He wondered what was beautiful. After looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to himself, he went over to him. “What is Hey Hey One? Payal raised his face as he stopped killing the crab. "John!" What glamorous eyes are, that nose lip, eyebrow -> the original Ruben. At the age of two he was similar! He boiled the baby to sleep, hugged it to his chest and boiled it for a while. “You know what? "
He pursed his lips in an unfamiliar manner. "Who's your father?" "Where's your father?" He said majestically. Mary gave Payal a kiss and went downstairs. He stared at the beauty digging in the sand. The only madness for him since then. 'What if we take that lesson ourselves? 'No lunch went to him at noon, he was just thinking about that pill. She was waiting for her husband to come and express her desire.
But now that he saw him, he hesitated. Where did this wealth come from for Michael, who hated life and had no way to survive? Only after everything has married itself! But there is no price here for her word alone. For two years he could not see his own son in peace. Coming in the dark like a thief. Whatever injustice he did to Sylvie, his daughter was not yet married. The youngest son wanders the streets like a pig and refuses to go to school.
Mary was stunned. Without realizing it, this man is wandering around as if he has bought the world! Hatred bubbled at the sight of her staring at her husband. The cigar was cool, she threw it out, took a new cigar from her lap and sniffed it with her fingers, "Mecca, pick up the match." Susanna brought the match.
The make-up she wore was Michael's eye affirmed. "I need to get a groom soon," he murmured to himself. Mary got up and went to the window.
