Camelia a z\u00e2mbit u\u0219or, dar \u00een privirea ei se citea un fel de ezitare, parc\u0103 venea \u0219i pleca din g\u00e2nduri.
Marian a observat asta, \u00eens\u0103 nu a spus nimic. Nu-i pl\u0103cea s\u0103 trag\u0103 oamenii de limb\u0103, mai ales pe cei pe care abia \u00eei cuno\u0219tea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Nu, n-am nicio treab\u0103 azi, a r\u0103spuns ea \u00eentr-un final.
Uneori e bine s\u0103 stai pur \u0219i simplu \u0219i s\u0103 prive\u0219ti cum altcineva d\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 lucrurilor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marian a ridicat o spr\u00e2ncean\u0103, pu\u021bin amuzat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Dac\u0103 reparatul gardului \u00eenseamn\u0103 \u201ea da via\u021b\u0103\u201d, atunci trebuie s\u0103 recunosc c\u0103 nu m-am g\u00e2ndit a\u0219a de poetic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Miruna a chicotit, iar Camelia a r\u00e2s \u00eencet, un r\u00e2s cald, de om cuminte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
V\u00e2ntul a mi\u0219cat u\u0219or florile galbene din col\u021bul gr\u0103dinii Cameliei, iar Miruna s-a dus p\u00e2n\u0103 la gard s\u0103 le admire.
Camelia s-a aplecat \u0219i i-a oferit una din florile mai mici, rup\u00e2nd-o cu grij\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Poftim, pentru tine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc! O s\u0103 \u00eei pun ap\u0103, s\u0103 nu moar\u0103, a spus Miruna cu o seriozitate care i-a amuzat pe am\u00e2ndoi adul\u021bii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marian continua s\u0103 lucreze, dar privirea \u00eei tot fugea spre vecina lui.
Nu \u0219tia mare lucru despre ea, doar c\u0103 era mereu \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 simplu, curat, \u0219i c\u0103 n-o v\u0103zuse niciodat\u0103 vorbind cu cineva.
Un mister pl\u0103cut, dar distant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Dac\u0103 ave\u021bi nevoie de sc\u00e2nduri\u2026 mai am c\u00e2teva \u00een magazie, a zis Camelia, \u00eentrerup\u00e2nd t\u0103cerea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc, dar cred c\u0103 m\u0103 descurc cu ale mele.
Nu prea-mi place s\u0103 depind de al\u021bii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Camelia a dat din cap, \u00een\u021beleg\u00e2nd mai mult dec\u00e2t p\u0103rea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 \u00cemi imaginez.
S\u0103 cre\u0219ti un copil singur\u2026 trebuie s\u0103 fie greu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marian s-a oprit pre\u021b de o secund\u0103.
Nu pentru c\u0103 \u00eel durea subiectul \u2014 se obi\u0219nuise cu via\u021ba asta \u2014 ci pentru c\u0103 nimeni nu i-l adusese \u00een discu\u021bie cu at\u00e2ta delicate\u021be p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Greu e doar c\u00e2nd m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc prea mult la trecut, a spus el.
\u00cen rest\u2026 Miruna e lumina mea.
Pentru ea pot duce orice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Feti\u021ba a \u00eentins floarea spre tat\u0103l ei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Uite, tati! E galben\u0103 ca soarele!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marian i-a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat fruntea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Frumoas\u0103, exact ca tine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Camelia privea scena cu o emo\u021bie ciudat\u0103, aproape dureroas\u0103.
\u00cen ochii ei se citea ceva ce nu ar\u0103tase nim\u0103nui \u2014 dorin\u021ba unei vie\u021bi simple, calde, pe care nu o avusese niciodat\u0103.
Avea bani, avea case, avea terenuri \u2014 era cunoscut\u0103 prin tot municipiul Oradea pentru afacerile ei \u2014 dar n-avea pe nimeni care s\u0103 o strige \u201emami\u201d, nici pe cineva care s\u0103 o a\u0219tepte acas\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Dac\u0103 vreodat\u0103\u2026 ave\u021bi nevoie de ceva, pute\u021bi bate la u\u0219a mea, a spus ea \u00een cele din urm\u0103.
\u0218i nu zic asta ca vecin\u0103, ci ca\u2026 om.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marian a ridicat privirea.
Camelia ro\u0219ise u\u0219or, ca o adolescent\u0103 care spune ceva prea direct.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc, a r\u0103spuns el simplu, dar sincer.
Nu sunt obi\u0219nuit s\u0103 primesc ajutor.
Dar apreciez.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Miruna s-a apropiat iar de gard, ridic\u00e2nd floarea spre Camelia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 E\u0219ti dr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103.
\u00ce\u021bi dau o raz\u0103 de soare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Camelia a atins petalele cu un deget tremurat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc, puiule.
Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 merit, dar mul\u021bumesc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marian sim\u021bea cum \u00een aer plute\u0219te ceva greu de explicat.
Nu era iubire \u2014 era prea devreme.
Nu era nici simpatie obi\u0219nuit\u0103.
Era un fel de lini\u0219te care \u00eei lega, ca \u0219i cum gardul acela nu mai era un hotar, ci o punte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Hei, vrei s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i la o cafea? a \u00eentrebat Camelia, aproape f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i dea seama ce spune.
Am una bun\u0103, de la o pr\u0103jitorie mic\u0103 din centru.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marian s-a uitat la sc\u00e2ndura pe jum\u0103tate prins\u0103.
La ciocan.
La copil.
La femeia care-i z\u00e2mbea pentru prima oar\u0103 din tot sufletul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Dac\u0103 o facem la noi \u00een curte, e perfect, a r\u0103spuns el.
C\u0103 Miruna vrea s\u0103-mi arate ceva \u00een cas\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Camelia a r\u00e2s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Atunci duc eu cafeaua.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Miruna a s\u0103rit de bucurie \u0219i a fugit c\u0103tre cas\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marian a privit gardul.
Nu era \u00eenc\u0103 terminat, dar ceva \u00een el se sim\u021bea deja \u00eentreg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i, pentru prima oar\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 poate \u0219i via\u021ba lui urma s\u0103 se repare \u2014 sc\u00e2ndur\u0103 cu sc\u00e2ndur\u0103, om l\u00e2ng\u0103 om.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Iar \u00een clipa \u00een care Camelia a p\u0103\u0219it prin poarta lui \u0219i fiica lui i-a \u00eentins floarea galben\u0103 \u00eentr-o can\u0103 cu ap\u0103, Marian a \u00een\u021beles ceva:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Uneori, cele mai frumoase schimb\u0103ri \u00eencep exact acolo unde crezi c\u0103 ai doar un gard de reparat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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