imposed itself since the last century" said Signora Lorenzi lightly while taking the papers "Count Cavour in Turin even founded a whist club in 1841"
"Good for him" acid Dixon commented. "Too bad it happened in the last century: I would have liked to have given a resounding blow to that little arrogant trap"
"Didn't you meet him?" asked Davis, laughing.
Signora Lorenzi looked at Dixon who suddenly became purple and did not understand the meaning of that joke: "Markus" he said, "How could he know? It's too much..." Then he realized, blushed and said carelessly. “absolutely...it’s obvious...what a fool I am...'' and she gave a volatile laugh.
Dixon concentrated on the game, he didn't like the joke about his age at all."I wish that goose would followed the game" he thought full of anger when he was forced to play strong in the second round.
"Our hand" said Dixon triumphantly and picked up the cards. Davis couldn't hide his disappointment and looked bored. He would not have won that swollen fat.
The game dragged uncertainly until the end. Then Davis, more fortunately than by skill, scored a pair of hands that settled things definitively in his favor. Dixon resigned himself and lost.
"I hope your luck doesn't affect any more... material fortunes" said Dixon to Davis with a raised eyebrow.
Davis looked at him without understanding. Dixon laughed as he ordered two more grogs: "Luck to the game...."
Signora Lorenzi pricked up her ears. Davis studied that impudence and decided to play along.
"I shouldn't say anything to a talker like you" he began, "but this time, I must admit, I was really busy and didn't have time..."
Dixon, who now had grenade cheeks, overheated by the barrel of grog he had swallowed there, gave a loud laugh and banged his fist on the table, making the two ladies jump.
"Do not tell me that my myth, the brave hunter Davis, is short of breath, pressed by the change in his business"
"It is so" Davis said, "when you can't do what you want" and looked intently at his friend's "you're forced to give up something to achieve some goal..."
"Not you, Markus, not you...." Dixon said, laughing "Not you, Markus, not you..." Dixon said, laughing "You have achieved your goals with a breadth of results which, at least in these parts, they are all now considered legendary."
Davis leaned over in his chair as if to simulate a smug bow: "Master of believing it, Alexander," he added, "but I must confess that I still have something to do in life, I think..."
Dixon nodded in annoyance: "If you consider your success unsatisfactory, then all of us here are failures."
"I didn't say that" Davis said, annoyed "I just said that I don't have, like you, so much time at my disposal"
"But it's been a while, now that you're here, you could devote it to the activities that, at least once you liked...." he sneakily insinuated.
Davis looked at him doubtfully: "I don't really want to get involved in an adventure..."
"Balle" Dixon exploded, causing the two ladies who looked around worried to jump back on the chairs.
Davis looked at him amused: "So, old talkative.. if you tell me this, it means that..."
Dixon looked intently at the two ladies. Mrs. Turner fanned herself with a fan and then said, "I think I'm going to the bar to get me something to drink. What would you favor, dear?'' He concluded, turning to the other woman.
"These men" she said, frivolously, getting up from the table "We'll be joining you soon for the rematch"
"He doesn't want to give up the prey" Dixon thought in an instant.
When they were alone Dixon approached Davis, who stood perfectly indifferent to the table.
"You must know a chick" he said in a low voice.
"Do you always do the pimp?" asked Davis ironically.
"God forbid, no" Dixon drew back "But I think you could…"
"Not this time, Alexander. I don't want any problems "
"There will be no problems. She is single. There are no husbands, lovers ... that is, lovers I don't know ..." Dixon pointed out.
Davis looked at him absently: "I already have too many headaches"
"Problems?" Said Dixon, greedy.
"Complicated things. Not problematic''
"I don't know you anymore, Markus" Dixon laughed.
"Do you always play golf?" Davis asked back.
"Look at the tonnage..." the other answered.
"You're a man who has gained some importance" said Davis, looking at him.
"So are you sure you don't want to meet her?"
"Why are you so insistent?" said Davis suspiciously "What is the deal between you two?"
"Nothing at all. I swear" Dixon said with amusement.
The two ladies returned to the table: ''Are you done with your secrets?'' asked Signora Lorenzi.
"You hurried to the bar. I put more and more on it" said Dixon.
"Everyone knows" Davis nodded to the waiter, then turned to Dixon: "Whiskey?"
"If you pay..." Dixon answered.
"Then where we were" said Davis, shuffling the cards quickly.
"One to zero for you" said Dixon, winking at Davis "but don't count on an easy victory."
Chapter 5
"Heartless. It is a word I love, in the past few days…"
Leslie Price he sank deeper into his helmet that exhaled hot air with a subtle buzz.
Her face was pale, washed out, without any artifice and revealed a lady in her late thirties, undoubtedly pleasing, with the first signs of the time advancing carefully hidden by a light but structured make-up.
''Heartless. If George was 'careless' as you say, he wouldn't be like that towards me... detached" said the other lady in the chair next to him.
"I would be worried and investigate to find out the reason for ‘carelessness’" said a third with her head full of curlers wrapped in a perfumed cloth.
"Mrs. Cooper, please... don't move'' the girl who was fumbling around the chair cast a pleading look at the woman who was constantly moving.
"I can't sit here for hours anymore. And to say that until recently...'' replied Mrs. Cooper annoyed at being taken back.
Leslie closed her eyes and relaxed in her chair: "I hate indifference in
