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Evening had fallen and the first lights of the street lamps illuminated the streets under a sky of gray clouds from which a comma of moon was peeking out. It was Mrs. Renzi who intervened first. “Let's hope it doesn't rain tonight,” he said. "Or my roses will be ruined." Mr. Pasquali didn't seem to give much importance to the matter. "It will be sunny tomorrow morning," he said. «You are always so categorical, Mr. Pasquali. But I must say that she guesses right." "It doesn't take much," Mr. Guelfo intervened. "Have you ever tried?" asked the woman.
I'm not a meteorologist,” he replied. "I was a postman." «But why does he always talk nonsense?», Pasquali provoked him. "Bah," was the other's response. “Oh, don't argue,” Renzi tried to Phone Number Data calm them down. «But where is Mr. Zeferini?» There was silence at that question. «But who forgot that he's mute?», Guelfo reproached her. «A little respect!», Pasquali shouted. “Oh, what an idiot I am,” replied Mrs. Renzi, mortified. «Excuse me, Mr. Zeferini». Zeferini obviously didn't respond, remaining closed in his silence. "No one else came this evening," Mr.
Pasquali broke the silence. "Ah, I extended the invitation to everyone," said the woman. "They know well that there are things to discuss." "And what use would it be?" asked Mr. Guelfo brusquely. «Anyway now…» «Well, what does that mean? Even in my condition I try to be proactive." "Don't listen to that grouch, lady," Pasquali encouraged her. "As you can see, no one ever comes to visit him." «Eh, but it's on the upper floors, not everyone can get up there». “Better alone than badly accompanied,” said Guelfo. "Enough now, let's try to reach a decision," Renzi cut short. “What can we do about that matter?”
I'm not a meteorologist,” he replied. "I was a postman." «But why does he always talk nonsense?», Pasquali provoked him. "Bah," was the other's response. “Oh, don't argue,” Renzi tried to Phone Number Data calm them down. «But where is Mr. Zeferini?» There was silence at that question. «But who forgot that he's mute?», Guelfo reproached her. «A little respect!», Pasquali shouted. “Oh, what an idiot I am,” replied Mrs. Renzi, mortified. «Excuse me, Mr. Zeferini». Zeferini obviously didn't respond, remaining closed in his silence. "No one else came this evening," Mr.
Pasquali broke the silence. "Ah, I extended the invitation to everyone," said the woman. "They know well that there are things to discuss." "And what use would it be?" asked Mr. Guelfo brusquely. «Anyway now…» «Well, what does that mean? Even in my condition I try to be proactive." "Don't listen to that grouch, lady," Pasquali encouraged her. "As you can see, no one ever comes to visit him." «Eh, but it's on the upper floors, not everyone can get up there». “Better alone than badly accompanied,” said Guelfo. "Enough now, let's try to reach a decision," Renzi cut short. “What can we do about that matter?”