– Good evening, Jorj!
– Hello Viky, please come in. Viky, this fashion-monger around 70 years old, the one you could find at the entrance of the church when we were getting out from it, by the time this story was told, he had about the same age as Jorj, around 35 years old. For a while he went away from the village, form its life, without anyone knowing anything about him for a while and now here he is, the old lady’s man at the door, this immortally lover, Don Juan’s competitor.
– Please forgive me for my annoyance, Jorj! Viky spoke at the entrance.
– Don’t be so official, we know each other for a lifetime, why do you say such thing? Come in!
– Ok, Ok, but …we haven’t seen each other for a long time, and I haven’t even give you a phone call …
– Fell like home, we moved along from the phase when you hide under a mask!
– Still, if you allow me I would like to take an advantage of you, of your time. I implore you to listen to me, although for sure my story won’t interest you, but I want you to understand me when I tell you, I have no one to confess in this village. If I don’t tell this story to someone I feel I would suffocate. I just ask you a thing: listen to me. Even if I was away for this long, if some of my friends have left, and some disappeared, there still are those that don’t welcome me in their home …I called at your door too, at you, the one I’ve been close, best friends, and I see that you are the only one that welcomed me. So, you can do this for me?
– Dear Viky! You don’t have to take everything seriously! Some of us change, some regret who knows what action, and some would cover their sins. Speaking for myself, I am ready to listen you confession.
– I thank you and I hope I could return the kindness you show me. By the way …did you get marry?
– Yes. For some time.
– Yes…the lady is home?
– Of course. She’s preparing some compote in the kitchen. I think she did not even hear us.