“Troppo grande” gli disse Rosalia delusa, iniziando a piangere sommessa.
Senza aspettare che lei glielo chiedesse, si mise subito al lavoro, per scalfire la lettera...
Domande sbagliate. Nei giorni seguenti non fece che ripetersi quel rimprovero. Saltò tutte le lezioni del corso, quella settimana. Con una scusa qualsiasi: influenza...
Dove dunque il luogo del passaggio? Osò.
“Dammi il nastro”, fece lei brusca. “E cancella almeno una lettera di quel nome”.
Il professore esitò.
“E’ un mio...
Ora era finalmente davanti a Rosalia, come sempre immobile al suo posto, ben sigillata nella sua scatola trasparente.Rosalia. Ro-sa-lia!!! , sillabò con forza.Rosalia… Rosalia…...
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