
Since I looked both surprised and interested, I stopped my
sure mortal move while he went on by saying that she's blonde like my woman, so I asked where this "new wife"
is from and he said with a big smile that she's a blonde from Sicily, to which
I immediately commented that for a woman from Sicily to be blonde is as rare as
rain in the Sahara desert, while laughing he told me to be very sorry to have
done what he did, but added too that it wasn't too bad for my treasures to have
the presence of a man in their lives, especially given their very young age.
Much to my own shocked amazement (I had to wake up) I did forgive him
for what he did and thought too that his paying for the grocery shopping plus
the rent couldn't be considered as criminal as I used to think.
All I can say about forgiveness now is that I wish that my former companion would be able to forgive herself and that I
probably should listen to her when she tells to me (always) that my love for
her is given by my brain being injured.
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