Sara cursed the professor of art history. He had questioned until the last second before the sound of the bell end of the day and now there was no one in the classroom.
picked up the book notes, the book el'astuccio with pens. He threw everything in bulk in the backpack and jumped up. He put on his coat and went to the door of the classroom.
He stopped abruptly. - ah - he said.
A new dense pushed to the side to look for the nearest chair. He rubbed as he did, but he was concerned. The pain was too frequent.
- Sara, are you okay? - Juri peeped inside the classroom Set alarms.
- Yes I'm fine - said rising from his chair with difficulty.
- Are you sure? You're pale as a ghost. Do not you sick just one day before the party?
Sara tried to smile. - I was right. There will be a party at the Full Moon . - He walked over, putting your arm under that of the boy.
- now it is useless to hide it. Today I gave the invitations to your friends and those of Leonardo.
Sarah and Juri leave the courtroom and headed down the hall to reach Leonardo and his friend Sabrina in the lobby.
- Really it's all right? - Juri asked again.
- Yes, do not worry. I'm fine. - Sara stopped rubbing his side. The dense calmed down and saw the two boys were waiting for them moved away from Juri not to give the suspect's brother.
Nothing could spoil the party of his eighteen years.
- You can find out what the mind is blown in to your friend? - Leonardo shouted when they had crossed the threshold of the house.
Sara, surprised that over-reaction, asked: - What are you talking about?
- Juri. Was not enough to organize a party does not request, he also had to decide who to invite.
- If you want to know is his birthday present - said Sarah, raising his voice. - It was obvious that invite your friends. Why? What is the problem?
Grazia Martini came from the kitchen with a wooden spoon in hand. - You can see what you have to scream? - Asked. - We have heard the other side of the city.
- It's because his mother - said Sara indicating impatience with his brother. - Sta making a play for no reason.
Grace looked up at the sky. His twin sons were fighting more often than you would admit. At times he repeated the doubts that had started since he was in his belly. - What is Leonardo? - The woman asked.
Leonardo looked from his mother and then to her sister. - Nothing. - Surpass them and went to his room.
He took off his jacket and backpack and threw them on the bed. He would not tell that Juri had invited the bully who tormented him. So now you could not do anything. Then he changed his mind. There was a solution. If the situation was made worse, would use its powers.
"I hope this time will work," he said.
Patrick Molina continued to stare at the newspaper article.
That name did not produce any reaction in his memory. Were his first and last name. He was Patrick Molina, but not enough to tell him who he really was.
During the morning he had wandered around the apartment looking for something that will unlock his memories, without success.
Before heading out for some errands, Kaspar had prompted him to not make an effort and on his return was not was surprised with the result.
had lunch together and after drinking coffee, Kaspar said: - If you want we can start training in the use of your powers.
- Okay - said Patrick.
Kaspar took from his pocket a pack of cards wrapped in plastic. Handed it to another man, saying: - Open it into wearing leather gloves. Then pull out the cards and mix them. Now pull out a glove and touches with the index's first card on the deck. Passamela, without turning.
Although a little 'doubtful, Patrick execute commands. When he was to touch the paper with the finger, he hesitated.
- Do not worry - he Kaspar.
Patrick put his finger on the red and white card and closed his eyes. In his mind he saw a seed and a figure. He opened his eyes and passed the paper to his companion. - And now?
- Tell me what you saw.
- Jack of Clubs.
Kaspar nodded. - Good. Next.
Patrick obeyed. He touched the paper and handed it to another. - Ace of Spades.
- Right. Continue.
Patrick repeated the experiment several times. - Two of Diamonds. King of Hearts. Eight of Clubs. Jolly. Five of Spades. Jack of Diamonds. Seven of Hearts. - The more progressed than diminished the need to close your eyes.
- Just like that - at one point said Kaspar. - Now you have control over your visions. If the address as a game and not as a disease, it will be easier to exploit them.
- Are you sure? - Patrick asked incredulously. - It seems too simple.
- It is. You were scared and you seemed unsolvable problem, but keeping quiet and with a little 'exercise this power will become as a sixth sense.
Patrick stopped to think. Maybe there was a way to control and understand the dreams that haunt him. He took courage and said: - Kaspar I need another help. About something which I have not yet spoken. Intrigued
the Grim said - Tell me as well.
- I know what I'm about to say may seem absurd ... there is a possibility that my views on the influence my dreams?
- In that sense, explained better.
- Since I'm out of the coma continued to make a recurring dream. Or rather, the protagonists of my dreams are. Each time, from dream to dream, end up on fire. It means that I'm providing for their death?
Kaspar looked at him puzzled. - I do not know. Those who do seem premonitory dreams and it is quite common that a power of this kind should result in the dreams. For safety it is better to keep them under control.
- How?
Kaspar put away the cards and took the chair next to him a plastic bag. - I give it to you later, but I believe that this material will serve immediately.
Patrick put on his gloves from the bag and pulled out a sketch pad and pencil. - What do I need? Not I draw.
- will your mind to guide your hand - he put the other man. - As soon as you had a dream of that kind, shows that you remember every detail on the sheet.
- Okay - said Patrick, but was hoping for a more tangible help.
Kaspar looked at the watch and said: - Now I have to leave. I have an appointment to I can not miss. I will later tonight, but do not worry: I have my keys. Think you can be alone for so long?
- Well - said Patrick. - I told you. I do not want to weigh on your schedule.
- Good. I'll see you tonight.
The two men parted and Patrick was left alone with his new work tools.
Barbieri Oliver was sitting at his desk in his study.
was correcting the tasks of history. After years of teaching had come to the conclusion that his profession was disgusting. At one time he had placed several teaching expectations. The idea of \u200b\u200binfusing knowledge into young minds and receptive filled him with joy, but over time he realized that his was only an illusion.
He rose from desk and took from the cabinet next to the silver frame with a photo of a woman. - Magda Without you, nothing makes more sense.
The death of his beloved wife had destroyed his life. An esophageal cancer had taken away eight years ago. Not only his wife was dead, but also his humanity. Since then, she did not put more than an ounce of passion in what he did.
If he had continued to work was just to keep your mind occupied. If stopped, the pain would kill him.
passed the index on the glass, stroking the curly brown hair with the mind of the woman. His smile was so sweet and innocent. Everything was doing was for her. Only for you. Because life without Magda could not be considered as such.
- Do not worry my dear. Very soon we'll get together - he said. He put the frame and returned to the desk.
from under the pile of tasks to be correct, pulled out a printed ticket that he had stolen from a student. The inscription read: "The twins Martini invite you Saturday at the party of their eighteen. Present this invitation at 20:00 at the Full Moon . "
- Also I will make a gift to Sara Martini - he said.
Since the powers of Leonardo were known, had been waiting for the right opportunity to bring to light even those of her sister. Could no longer wait. Looking back as he had done to reveal the boy, decided he would do the same for her.
tore the invitation and said - Martini will give the twins an unforgettable celebration.
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