The bride, with her white veil, a few grains of rice here and there among his clothes, was also finished her in the police, his face livid, tearless, her eyes full of hatred toward the officer from behind the desk, he explained - is useless to say that it is not true, most holy mother, that you are sorry of course, but the truth is the truth, and you have to know how he ... came out of his house this morning at nine o'clock to come and marry. It was all calculated, precise, premeditated. Leaves the house with the car, again, to go to church where the wedding is to be celebrated. But it just got in the car that appears in his old friend, and he knew it would pop: Let me go, tells him the old friend, you're not going to marry that one, you come with me. is an exalted, crazy, he knows it, she torments him by two years, he has had enough, he does get the kill right away, then, before coming to marry you, go to the park, throw the body behind a hedge and runs into the church, to do the bridegroom, who expects the wife ... You come, we celebrate the ceremony, go to a luncheon, and he's quiet serene, because he has the alibi of iron, steel, I tell you. Even if we take it and ask: Where were you on the morning of April 29? He says: I was married. How does one go to get married at the same time to kill a woman? ... But he could not imagine that the machine lost the oil this morning. Near Bound Woman was a drip of oil, we go behind the oil droplets as in fairy tales and come to the church ... the church we come to the hotel where the party continues, the question of who is the machine and the machine is groom and groom confessed, ma'am, I'm so sorry, ma'am, but the truth is the truth ...
In his white veil, she, however, continued to look with hatred.
G. Scerbanenco, The Centodelitti , Garzanti, Milano, 1970
Council Glam : do not wait until the wedding day for soaring workplaces. Above all, do check every now and then the oil tank!
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