When Angela Shed a Tear
Losing her isn’t a good idea, but once Angela’s gone, she’s gone. Very Sorry, Brother! It wasn’t long after the recent Party print When Angela Went to Greece , that I again spoke with hermana who was sitting in her Mexican garden surrounded by beautiful scenery. We use our video connection to communicate with each other and, looking her deeply in the eyes, I said: Schwester Hunnin, I invested a lot in Italy for you, and because of you I even learnt the Italian language almost as good as if it was a mother tongue, and now you’re telling me it’s all over! Looking back at me, a saddened Angela had nothing much to say, she placed her hands together on the table and lowered her eyes as if in thoughtful contemplation for a moment, and then, looking up, she replied: Brother, he did so much for his sister, always very kind, now he sit there with Italian vocabulary falling out of mouth and no-one cares!* A solitary tear rolled down her cheek, her mournful dark eyes giving off a shimm...