Elena looked out the window passing seasons and the people with an emotion that seemed to suffering.

– Are we soon to Paris? He asked anxiously.

Not yet, I will warn you.

– There is Paris’ cried upon seeing the vast expanse of houses and monuments that rose on the horizon.

And he was very pale.

At the station I took a car with my companion, trembling to the point of having to hold it. And, in a choked voice, asked every two steps:

– Is it here?

Even watching the busy streets, cars crossing, or the excitement of the crowd, absorbed by the idea of ​​his father, who did not know.

In Tournon Street helped her get off and climb the only section that leads to home AMOUNT.

Our friend is an early bird, you know, and was already up and installed on your desk.

Ms. Polidoro, dignified and stiff, introduced us, and seeing the extravagant costume of Helen, hanging on my arm, muttered testily:

– God! What is this?