C\u00e2nd au trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 Miri, purt\u00e2nd-o pe Isabelle pe targ\u0103, m\u00e2na femeii a alunecat inert \u00een jos, ca un gest slab de r\u0103mas-bun. Pisica a sim\u021bit c\u0103 ceva se schimb\u0103, c\u0103 lumea ei se rupe \u00een dou\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A privit cum targa era urcat\u0103 \u00een ambulan\u021b\u0103, iar u\u0219a s-a tr\u00e2ntit cu un zgomot sec. Charles, so\u021bul st\u0103p\u00e2nei, a \u00eencuiat \u00een grab\u0103 u\u0219a casei de vacan\u021b\u0103. C\u00e2nd a z\u0103rit pisica, aproape c\u0103 s-a \u00eempiedicat de ea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Treci din drum! Mereu \u00eemi stai \u00een cale! \u2014 a izbucnit, \u00eenainte s\u0103 dispar\u0103 gr\u0103bit pe poart\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sunetul sirenei s-a pierdut \u00een dep\u0103rtare. \u0218i odat\u0103 cu el, via\u021ba din acea cas\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Miri s-a apropiat de prag \u0219i a mirosit locul unde Isabelle p\u0103\u0219ea mereu. Parfumul ei bl\u00e2nd \u00eenc\u0103 plutea \u00een aer. Inima micu\u021bei pisici s-a str\u00e2ns de nelini\u0219te. Ce se va \u00eent\u00e2mpla cu ea acum?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A m\u00e2ncat ultimele boabe din bol, apoi a \u00eenceput s\u0103 v\u00e2neze \u0219oareci ca s\u0103 supravie\u021buiasc\u0103. Nop\u021bile deveniser\u0103 tot mai reci. Se cuib\u0103rea \u00een p\u0103turica veche, care \u00eenc\u0103 mai p\u0103stra c\u0103ldura \u0219i mirosul st\u0103p\u00e2nei. Acolo visa la m\u00e2inile care o m\u00e2ng\u00e2iau \u0219i la glasul care o alinta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Timpul a trecut greu. Charles n-a mai ap\u0103rut dec\u00e2t t\u00e2rziu, \u00een noiembrie, odat\u0103 cu prima z\u0103pad\u0103. A l\u0103sat \u00een foi\u0219or culcu\u0219ul lui Miri, suportul de zg\u00e2riat, litiera \u0219i a turnat pe jos ultimele boabe de m\u00e2ncare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 De-acum te descurci singur\u0103, \u2014 a spus sec, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 o priveasc\u0103 \u00een ochi. \u2014 Isabelle e \u00een spital. N-am timp de tine\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Apoi a r\u0103scolit lucrurile din cas\u0103, a umplut c\u00e2teva cutii \u0219i a plecat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dup\u0103 ce zgomotul motorului s-a pierdut \u00een p\u0103dure, Miri a ie\u0219it din ascunz\u0103toare. Pe gard s-a a\u0219ezat un vr\u0103bioi. A ciripit scurt, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 o atrag\u0103 \u00een joac\u0103, dar Miri l-a privit f\u0103r\u0103 chef, cu ochii goi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zilele de iarn\u0103 s-au scurs una dup\u0103 alta, toate la fel de albe \u0219i pustii. Vr\u0103bioiul, singura fiin\u021b\u0103 vie din jur, ciugulea din resturile de hran\u0103, iar Miri nu se sup\u0103ra. \u00cen fiecare noapte, se \u00eenf\u0103\u0219ura \u00een p\u0103tura veche \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i amintea de Isabelle, \u00eentreb\u00e2ndu-se unde e, de ce n-a venit, de ce a l\u0103sat-o singur\u0103 \u00een at\u00e2ta frig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Iarna p\u0103rea f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it. Z\u0103pada se a\u0219ternuse groas\u0103, v\u00e2ntul \u0219uiera printre crengile gola\u0219e, iar curtea casei se acoperise de t\u0103cere. Hrana se \u00eempu\u021binase, \u0219oarecii se ascundeau, iar culcu\u0219ul mirosea tot mai slab a st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Apoi, \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 mohor\u00e2t\u0103 de martie, ceva s-a schimbat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
De undeva din dep\u0103rtare, s-a auzit zgomotul unei ma\u0219ini. Miri, ascuns\u0103 \u00een foi\u0219or, a tres\u0103rit. Nu era motorul vechii ma\u0219ini a lui Charles. Era altceva, mai bl\u00e2nd, mai curat. Ma\u0219ina s-a oprit la poart\u0103, iar portiera a sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it u\u0219or. Din ea a cobor\u00e2t o femeie cu un palton bej, o p\u0103l\u0103rie larg\u0103 \u0219i un fular ro\u0219u.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Miri? \u2014 a rostit cu glas tremurat. \u2014 Miri, e\u0219ti aici?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pisica a ie\u0219it \u00eencet din ascunz\u0103toare. A recunoscut vocea. A recunoscut mirosul. Cu ochii umezi, s-a apropiat nesigur\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Bun\u0103, iubita mea\u2026 \u2014 a \u0219optit Isabelle, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-se \u00een genunchi \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103. \u2014 M-am \u00eentors\u2026 \u021bi-am promis c\u0103 n-o s\u0103 te las.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Miri s-a aruncat \u00een bra\u021bele ei, torc\u00e2nd cu o for\u021b\u0103 pe care nu o mai sim\u021bise de luni de zile. Isabelle, cu lacrimi \u00een ochi, o str\u00e2ngea la piept, m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind-o cu palme tremur\u00e2nde, sl\u0103bite, dar calde.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Am fost bolnav\u0103\u2026 tare bolnav\u0103\u2026 dar m-am f\u0103cut bine. \u0218i tot ce mi-am dorit a fost s\u0103 te rev\u0103d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen ziua aceea, Isabelle a descuiat casa, a aprins focul \u00een sob\u0103, a aerisit camerele \u0219i a umplut bolul lui Miri cu hran\u0103 proasp\u0103t\u0103. I-a adus o p\u0103tur\u0103 nou\u0103, moale, dar Miri a r\u0103mas tot \u00een p\u0103tura veche, p\u0103str\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea amintirea cald\u0103 a st\u0103p\u00e2nei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Prim\u0103vara a venit mai devreme dec\u00e2t de obicei. Curtea casei s-a umplut de via\u021b\u0103. Isabelle st\u0103tea pe banc\u0103 cu o carte \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, iar Miri dormea la picioarele ei. Vr\u0103bioiul venea \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103, ciugulind firimituri din palma st\u0103p\u00e2nei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Isabelle vorbea cu florile, cu pisica, cu p\u0103s\u0103rile, cu cerul. Se mi\u0219ca mai \u00eencet, obosea repede, dar z\u00e2mbea mai des.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, \u00een lumina unui apus portocaliu, Isabelle a privit c\u0103tre Miri \u0219i a spus \u00eencet:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2t timp ne-a mai r\u0103mas, dar vreau s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 fiecare zi cu tine e un dar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pisica a s\u0103rit \u00een poala ei, \u0219i-a lipit fruntea de b\u0103rbia st\u0103p\u00e2nei \u0219i a tors ad\u00e2nc, cu recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 multe luni, \u00een casa de la marginea p\u0103durii era din nou cald, din nou lini\u0219te, \u0219i mai ales \u2014 din nou iubire.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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