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    Raymond Carver

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    A Serious Talk

    Transféré par

    GibreelChamcha
    Raymond Carver

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    —— ex's car was there, no others, and Burt gave thanks for that. He pulled into the drive and stopped beside the Pie he'd dropped the night before. Tt was stil there, the ‘luminum pan upside down, a halo of pumpkin filing onthe pavement Tt was the dy after Christos, He'd come on Christmas day to vst his wife and chi den, Vera had wared hin befrchand She tld hn the score. She'd sid he had to be oot by i lok ets hee fend and his chien vere coming for ins ‘They hast in the ving oom an cemly opened the brent Burt had bot over. They ad opened ok ae while oter package wrapped in eive papery led under the tree waiting for after six o'clock 7 He had watched the chien open ther git, waited while Vera undid the ribbon her He any ee of the baer, it held takeout the eashmere seats “ts nc" head. “Thank you, Bat “Tey ion” is daghter ad “Pat it on” bison id Burt ake at his so, patel for his backing him up She did ty itn. Ver went into the beoom id cane out with ton Tes noe," she si “It’s nice on you,” Burt said and felt a welling in his hes. He opened his gifts. From Versa gift erica at Sond. 'smen's toe. From his daughter, a matching comb and era served sodas, and they did alte talking. But mostly they loked at the tree. Then his daughter got up and began setting the dining room table, and his son weot off this But Burt liked it where he was. He liked it infront ofthe freplac, glass in his hand, his house, his home, ‘Then Vera went into the kitchen, rom time to time his daughter walked into the dining oom with something forthe tale. Burt watched her. He watched her fold the linen napkins into the wine gates. He watched her puta lender vase inthe middle ofthe table, He watched her lower a flower into the vate, doing i ever so carefully ‘A small wax and savedust log burned on the grate. A ‘carton of fve more sat ready on the heath. He got up from the sofa and put them all inthe repice. He watched until they famed. Then he ished his soda and made forthe patio oor. On the way, he sew the pes lined up onthe sideboard He stacked them in his arms, all six, one for evry ten times the had ever betrayed him, In the driveway inthe dav, he'd let one fall athe fam- led withthe door. ‘The front door was permanently locked since the night hi lee had broken off inside it. He went around to the back ‘There was a wreath on th ptio door. Herapped on the las. ‘Vera was in her bathrobe. She loked outa him and owned She opened the door # little. ‘Burt sid, “I want to apologize to you for lastnight, I ‘want to apologize tothe kids, too.” Vera sid, “Theyre not here.” ‘She stod inthe doorway and he stood onthe patio next to the philodendron plant. He pulled at some lint on his sleeve. She sid, “I can’t take any more. You tied to burn the house down.” “1 did not” “You did. Everybody here was a witness He said, “Can I come in and talk about i” ‘She drew the robe together at her throat and moved back Ham inside. She said, “I have to go somewhere in an hour.” He looked around, The tre linked on and of There wat «pile of colored tisue paper and shiny boxes atone end of the sofa, A turkey carcass sat on 2 platter inthe center ofthe

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