Riccio, Ottone M.

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Sunlight And Raindrops On Leaves And TV Antennasthe curvature of the earth he saidand lookedas though he knew what it was about Einstein dead and unable to disprove him I looked at her she laughed in my eyestwirling my eyes' pupils like keys on a chain she laughed and said he likes you that's why he bothers to lie to you I was flattered and kissed her hand the curvature of the earth he said and challenged me to disagreebut I was holding her hand and didn't want to stop touching her to win any argumentI mumbledof course you're right absolutely now it was his turn to laugh while my hand slid up her leg I studied the look of triumph in his eyes she laughed again louder this timeI knewshe whispered that hand-kissing was just a cover-up you're more than that you're a stud! I bowed to acknowledge the compli­menthe moved toward me and put his hand on my shoulder my fingers had reached the place between thethighshis smile was absolutely superior the bending light does ithis voice was pompous and grandI noddedshe had put her hand over minepreventing me from a graceful retreat he went to the blackboard to illustrate his argument she leaned to me and murmuredit is all violence of the mind he cherishes- 33 -but you know how to make me womanlyI smiled backI will make you womanly if it kills me he looked over at our whispering neither of you is paying attention I was struck by disbelief the tears washed down his cheeks if you lose interest in the argument then have I won a hollow victory indeed! wait I said to her let him be happywe can take care of the other later after he’s grown lazy in his eloquence and relaxes into sleepleave the door unlocked I'll come back after dark and wait in the hallcome down as soon as you canshe smiled in appreciation his happinessat capturing our attention again revitalized his voiceI learnedhow deeply he had dug into his science up to now he said we all thought that particles travelled at a constant speed but the truth of the matter is ....I stopped listening became engrossed in the contemplation of how I would fit the arch of her back to the curvature of the earthWhere Do You Get Your Information?No spires of any church can touch the feet of angels; angels are a race apart.Yet, they forget Sunday mass quite ordinarily.Who can criticize dancing around the sceptre of God?You told me heaven was a sober place where souls spent all their energy basking in goodness,- 34 -

Sunlight and Raindrops on Leaves and TV Antennas

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