"Can I know what the hell you want from me? What the hell do you want?" shouted Carpetti in exasperation, trying to punch him in the face.
"Stop... stop... I told you to stop, damn it!" replied Walter returning his punch. Carpetti froze surprised because he would never have expected it from him.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you... did you take those medicines?" Walter asked him, tidying himself up.
Carpetti sat on the edge of the desk, sighed and finally told him the whole story, omitting only the part about Chica.
"We have to do something about those medicines," Walter said resolutely at the end of his story.
"It's useless..." murmured Carpetti in the tone of one who is defeated from the start. He lowered his head and began to torment a button of his trouser pocket. Walter th
