Relaxed, no worries. Far be it a Saturday to generate dramatic episodes. There is only one concern: the party of tomorrow. But even the most charming weekend can become the most miserable. - Son! Do not forget that tomorrow is the birthday dad. Let's do a barbecue at noon.
The blow came with such force that Martin did not even hit upon to defend. Hard felt the impact. Once digested the first blow, tried to put back.
- At night, no? - Asked despite knowing the fatal response.
"No baby, at noon, as usual.
- Noooooooooo! Re motherfuckers that re bore re thousand. I have game.
resorted to a last slap of drowning, but he knew the situation was irreversible.
"Look that I have game. Little
effective warning was a weak to press the family rituals.
"Sorry, is your dad's birthday. Meets once a year. You you can play all weekend. Dangerous
ignorance of a mother. If I knew that tomorrow, with a win, the would Deuch seven points behind the leader. Nothing seems to matter. Obedient to the logic, Martin went for a final counterattack. Perhaps the most predictable reaction of a fighter when it starts to get all the pineapples sides.
"Well, play the game and I come to eat later.
"I told you it once a year. The next weekend to play again and everyone is happy.
well knew that the chances had evaporated in advance. And yet that pride mixed with whimsy would suffer further.
- Dale ma! Please arrive before two. Indeed, before I go to get there, take a shower and all ...
- I said no! Well
perfect, we are well. Two and a half I'm here. Thanks mom.
-Martin, already. On Sunday you eat with your family and not discussed.
Deception. Nothing more frustrating than to miss a game of glorious Deuchebank. And much of the day when the reasons are so irrelevant. That evening Martin
down on his bed. Rested for hours. Relax your brain. He even rubbed it as he had learned from a movie. He knew that to find a good reason to convince his mother. Tried for hours but his disappointment overshadowed any trace of lucidity. Although neither his repertoire of limitations deprived him of running a new attempt.
-Ma, was thinking right. I know you're right. You listen to me. Still no answer. I know it's the birthday of Dad, but you think if ...
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