“Hello, yeah? Tell me, Iole. Did you order the outfit? You did well. The twins’ birthday? Yes, of course I remember the cake. Your husband? Did you get any disability points? Um … how many? So many, but eh, wow … “
Why had that “wow” come out of her so drawn and envious, Tilde wondered, and what was that sudden melancholy? “Well, well, I’m happy for you.” She put the phone down with a growing sense of discontent.
“Tilde, love …”
From the next room, Gino, her husband, threw her a kiss on the tips of his fingers and smiled with his toothpaste commercial teeth. He had just repudiated the tennis shorts in favor of the jogging suit. “I’m…