"Damned Italians!" Brian snapped launching its now worn green ball against the wall opposite the his desk. He threw his forehead in his hand and snorted massaggiandosela.
Ted followed in silence the outburst of his head. Did not change even when the ball bouncing against the wall went to hit it right on the head.
Brian got up from his seat and walked to the beverage cart, pouring a glass of water.
"They and the family, dammit. People who at forty still lives with his parents and I should make a slogan on this, "he said anyone swallowing water.
One of the major customers of which had to deal with from there to three months the company was "Barilla" famous Italian manufacturer of pasta, which was entrusted to Kinnetik the slogan for the launch of the line in the U.S. " Egg Pasta "
" Put it this way "reasoned Ted" as the egg is not wheat like we trimmed here, unlike the rest of Europe where it is durum wheat, so do not overcook and the flavor will be for some nicer "
Brian lifted a look that was a mixture of grim and question on the environment" And that would mean what? "
" What people the good will regardless of the slogan "proud of Ted exhibited his stroke of genius.
Brian stared transfixed for a moment. Ted's smile slipped from his face.
"You're probably saying that even if I do a spot of shit is not important? "
Ted cleared his throat and tried again an embarrassed smile. Yes, it was what his words meant, he told her to reassure that Brian just could not come up with something decent, but realized immediately that the proposal could not be made worse just Brian.
"No, I did not mean this ..." he tried
"you mean this absolutely Theodore" Brian the rebound.
Ted is hoping for a cataclysm. It was the only way out of that situation. If the ceiling had fallen on his head, perhaps Brian would have postponed the.
and the cataclysm occurred. Although the form of three children who travel sprang from the wall in glass excited screaming and holding up a big sheet, all smeared with color.
"Dad," cried Scarlett, "Look what we did!" Thrilled exposed without even greeting him
Brian slid a glance to the three children from Ted wondering what else could happen that morning to extend its level of irritation all'intollerabilitĂ .
Gus and Jenny opened the sheet to show the man holding sopeso while Scarlett jumped excitedly clapping her hands.
"We did! We did it! "
Brian raised his eyebrows and forced a smile while her daughter ran the meeting and Jenny Gus undeterred and continued to hold the banner with pride and smiling eyes.
"Beautiful" ruled hoping to be able to fake an enthusiasm that did not feel at all as he took his daughter in his arms.
"Grandpa made us dip into the paint and made us do the body painting" explained incacape to curb his enthusiasm a little.
Brian's lips curled in a ho astonished "What a good daddy"
At that moment Justin appeared through the glass door of the office, was on the phone. Brian looked at him, the boy smiled and Brian returned shaking his head slightly
"The attack at home," asked Scarlett
"No Scarlett is all three can not be alone in your house "Gus opposed.
"But you can come and see it when you want"
"Why do not we find a common place to all three?" Jenny suggested.
"No I want in my house," wailed Scarlett.
Brian felt my head explode and looked at Justin who now had her back and stuck his finger in the ear with a free, continuing his phone conversation.
Ted smiled, "Well, we continue later" ruled raised before leaving the office of Brian.
"We have a common place to all three" Gus reasoned
"So we keep it from me," he concluded Scarlett happy.
"No Scarlett can not always have won!" The Rimbotti brother.
"Ok! Ok, enough! "Tow them supporting Brian Scarlett again on his legs. He snorted and looked at the painting. When recognized in the top spots indecipherable, the imprints of the hands of Scarlett, the chest of Gus, the long walk to Jenny smiled despite himself.
'It's really beautiful "gave much more sincere in tone the first time. The children smiled, looking proud in the face.
"And Gus is right, Scarlett. E 'of all three and then it is right that is common in a "reasoned putting a hand to rub his chin. But which one? He thought without finding a solution while conscious of such leave of three children who now looked at him pending the ruling as one looks at an oracle.
"Why Vic Grassi not given to the House? "suggested Justin after you hang up and have them met. Brian gave him a startled look, then looked at the children and found them exactly as he expected to find them. With a look halfway between disappointed and incredulous. He broke into a laugh.
Justin shrugged, "All three can not keep it, but the Vic Grassi, expose it, attached to a wall and put it under a sign saying - Donation of Scarlett, Jenny and Gus - and would receive the same attention they receive all donations by celebrities. We all admire how you were the great painters and Parliament to continue your artistic talent and your generosity in donating one of your most beautiful works. "
Brian slid admiring gaze on a companion when a roar of "Siiiii" excited and happy beats of hands accompanied his proposal.
The boy looked at his partner and shrugged with a sly smile as if to say "See that I'm a genius? "
" So all agreed, "asked Brian hoping to get rid of their boisterous presence as soon as possible. Had to work and concentrate. Two things that are impossible with a nursery that had fallen directly in the office
"Yes, all agree" Scarlett confirmed.
"All right, then Take a trip to the Vic by Justin ..."
"Do not I can now get to work on the image "the tow mate.
Brian looked at him "So the intention was to leave them here," he asked hoping the answer is not one that unquestionably would have been.
"Linds will pick one and Gus and Jenny Scarlett yes, stay here with us."
Brian nodded, "One is three hours & rdquo ;
"Yeah," Justin smiled.
"Permission?" Brian immediately recognized the voice that came from the glass door. He did not even have time to turn towards the entrance of the office that Scarlett and Jenny had already ran to the door "Stephen!" Shouted accepting the entry of Cynthia and the small child she carried in a pouch attached to the shoulders.
Cynthia smiled at the girls and gave them to touch the child's hands and caresses her head slightly.
Justin smiled and went against "Hello! Welcome back. You are in great shape as it goes? "
Cynthia returned the two kisses on the cheeks and bright smile put her hair behind her ear," Go ... "
Brian snorted and sat on board desk. Ok, would not have done nothing that morning. Before he was made a reason for it, would have wiped out the sense of anger he felt.
He raised an eye on the door, and saw Justin with Stephen in her arms, crouching to show the girls.
Scarlett and Jenny smiled and stroked it - what a beautiful baby -, triggering an unconscious response in the infant cries of pleasure in enthusiastic. Gus had approached in turn and smiled serenely observing Stephen, Cynthia had never been more proud than this, even when he was only resolved by a "diplomatic incident" between Kinnetik Chicco and without being able to count on Brian in a meeting in Chicago.
looked at Brian and Cynthia got a look at him.
smiled.
Brian returned peaceful.
"A friend is" - Dario Baldan Bembo
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******
"Why do not you take a secretary? "Brian asked by silencing the ringing of the phone by turning it off directly to Justin.
Justin opened his mouth to protest but then decided it was better left alone.
All day the phone rang and, while trying to invent something for the gay pride parade, had several calls to wriggle between Pratt, three of Paula, one of CulToon, and two journals that required interview.
Now it was ten o'clock at night. Whoever it was, he could call tomorrow.
"I have a secretary" notes wearily sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes.
Brian snorted a chuckle handing him a glass of whiskey. "Molly is not a secretary. And 'your sister, when it is free from studies, responds to the line of Britin and marks on your electronic agenda commitments that you have to be ascertained. I'm talking about a serious secretary. To which you can delegate "yes" and "no" and the ability to decide for themselves if you can make a commitment or not, "
" I am a painter, not an entrepreneur Brian "Justin protested accepting the drink.
Brian chuckled, shaking his head "A professional painter, selling his works and also very good. You do not do it for passion for money, it's your job. What is the difference between you and an entrepreneur? "
Justin looked grim. Still unable to match his immense passion for art with the strategies market. Then he snorted tired and resigned "You're probably right. Today I could not come up with anything decent, thanks to constant interruptions "
Brian merely raised his eyebrows.
"And now I put the drawing boards for Rage. I promised Michael that by the weekend had "
Brian nodded thoughtfully, one hand on her hip, her eyes staring at his glass of amber liquid," it would take you days to 72 hours "notes ; no tone recriminatorio.
'Yes' confirmed the boy before lifting a clear look on friend "Did you talk to Lauren?"
"I talked to Lauren," confirmed Brian draining whiskey in one gulp.
"Well," Justin said simply.
Brian put his glass and, standing before the sofa, ran his hands on his face, sighing. Justin curled his knees to his chest and began to bite a cuticle and then stop at once, mindful of the explanation of Laureen.
"Children have told me the weekend to Britin" Brian looked up and exhibited in those who did not speak to Justin.
Brian chuckled softly "I have said everything that you did do that a lot of fun"
Justin smiled timidly. He was not sure at what point they were with her boyfriend and wanted to test the waters "Well, I'm happy"
Brian nodded and sighed, raising a shoulder "Are you good with children" gave a slight smile which implied a pardon. A lost son of an awareness, of a speech made by Laureen at dinner, a knowledge of the guy in front of him. A pardon was also an apology for an accusation angry about the inability to manage children Justin and, specifically, to manage her child.
To be a good father.
The trust issue was still pending. Hovered over their heads as a vortex that always turns on itself without ever moving. Justin understood from the fact that, although they were talking quietly and Brian's had specifically acknowledged to be a good father, they were facing each other without touching, though perhaps not knowing what to say, how to continue the conversation.
Justin sighed, "I took the picture"
Brian stared at him without speaking, and the boy ran his tongue over dry lips "It 's down in the cellar. If you feel like we can see but it's fine tomorrow, "
Brian continued to say nothing, indeed, to the surprise of Justin turned around and headed downstairs. The boy sighed and closed his eyes in despair. He really ruined their story once and for all?
While horrific sights passed before his eyes closed he heard the voice of Brian call it "Shall we go?"
He looked up and saw the fellow holding the little radio receiver in hand, if Scarlett he had woken up while they were in the cellar. That's why the suit down to Brian downstairs.
as she rose from the couch Justin considered it is true that the mind is left to take paranoia of fear. Just the fact that Brian had left him plunged into turmoil. Instead he went to prepare to go down in the cellar. But as they walked to the door, also estimated that yes, he had misinterpreted a gesture, but if Brian had told him "Ok, I'll get to the radio when you wake up Scarlett" would not be born any thought ...
"Here" ruled Justin trying to embarrass the idea of a bike show painted and Brian dovergli explain what that meant.
The painting was leaning against a metal shelf where they were placed 5 packs of twelve half-liter of Evian.
Brian looked at him seriously, looking at it from every angle. Then he shook his head with a smile.
"What's wrong than not to return to your usual style?"
Justin scratched his head just above the ear and cleared his throat, "The Meaning"
"Ah," Brian nodded without really understand anything. It seemed pretty clear meaning. A woman was going to do a picnic on the banks of a river. "For if we face a new" Da Vinci Code "and you entered the symbols that indicate where the Magdalene is buried?" Joked the man chuckled and Justin serene.
"No, not so deep"
Brian smiled in turn, then closed in the shoulders and shook his head to question
"There & rsquo it is something to eat in the basket "Justin confessed to feeling like an idiot" There is a child who is about to be abandoned in the river "
Calò a silence so deep you could feel the slight noise water flow in the pipe walls.
Brian sighed, "No, there is a child, but there is a girl, right?"
Justin swallowed hard and nodded slowly, still holding the eyes fixed on the framework
"When you painted?"
Justin shrugged "Shortly after meeting the parents of Luise and he knew he was alive"
Brian nodded, sighing wearily through the nose "I know that we had disturbed the meeting, and I imagine that has emphasized Luise know your fears, but I did not think ..."
"I thought why not I told you, "Justin interrupted him hotly, before Brian took a responsibility which did not have. That has not interpreted, imagined "but I told Daphne. I should have said to you "
Brian locked himself in the back," Daphne your best friend, your confidant and a very wise girl. I guess you have given answers that make sense, you obviously have ignored, "he concluded with air for granted.
"Yes, I ignored because I was so ..." took a deep breath and think of those terrible moments of confusion that had passed .... I was sick, I was afraid . Here's the truth. And I talked to you ... "
" Please do not tell me not to disappoint, "he whispered Brian closed eyes
"No, because as you said the other day at the home of Mel and Linds, I thought you would not have included" confessed the boy and only the sound of those words, with the meaning that door behind him moisten his eyes.
Brian nodded, raising his eyebrows, "When you cacciai home years ago because he had heard of cancer, you understand?"
Justin agrottò eyebrows and shook his head questioningly. Brian looked at him "You understand why I did not want you to know?"
"After so" said the boy trying to figure out where he was going with her boyfriend.
"Are you sure?" Said Brian "I did not ask if you have taken note of my fear, I asked you if you do happen"
Justin mused property for a moment then shook his head slowly and Brian nodded, smiling "You could not understand why was not part of your way of being, of your fears or your character. But you have taken note of respect and returning. As I told you the other night is not necessary to understand Justin to stay close to your partner, "he whispered looking him in the face and placing a hand on his cheek.
Justin felt a deep warmth from the hand of Brian and radiating throughout his body, he raised his own hand to support you to that of Brian. He closed his eyes for a moment, as he always did when a strong emotion overtook him. Then he opened them. They were wet, "I know now, now I understand "
Brian stared at him so hard that Justin thought that he was reading in the brain" Sure? "
" Yes Brian "
The man looked at him intently for a moment then smiled again and nodded, before bending to kiss him gently. Justin that kiss was one of the most beautiful and full of meaning that were never exchanged.
"Sorry" then she whispered on the lips of Brian and the man shook his head immediately stop those excuses now insignificant and hugged him.
remain committed to each other in the damp cellar for a time that seemed interminable, then finally Brian is freed from the arms of fellow, and laid his gaze again on the canvas.
"Why do you throw?"
Justin looked at him in turn "Because, as I said, belongs to past, a past and confused ... "he shook his head in search of words" ... ... full of absurd fears, guilt, wonder child abandonment in the face of my daughter and many other things ... ... "
Brian nodded to show that he understood "It 's still your past," he said without taking his eyes from the canvas and feeling Justin's eyes upon himself. He sighed, "There you are within this framework. No matter when and how. There your own truth, your own emotion, it was right or wrong. Deny it would only serve to pretend it never existed "
Justin swallowed and again the silence came upon them.
"I do not ever sell" notes that in the end the boy was not aware that what the buyers of his exhibition is expected of him. A trite and predictable framework.
Brian shrugged, "I give to Vic Grassi House, so you too well to children you will have your moment of glory "
Justin laughed affectionately and gave a push to the shoulder of Brian chuckled.
"Now I really have to throw something down for Rage," said Justin back in control of himself. He looked forward "Two hours, I swear I'll stop at one" promised Brian that once again looked at him without speaking.
"Only two hours, I promised Michael "the boy tried.
Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek and nodded showing a hand with the cellar door and giving it his approval.
Justin smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before disappearing over the threshold.
Brian leaned one elbow to the shelf, put her hand to rub his forehead, closed his eyes and sighed.
"Nothing But Us" - 883
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