"When are you going to grow up, Naomi?" He asked.
"It is precisely because I have grown up that I am here. - Replied the young woman - Here, I got it for you."
"I am not thirsty. Go away, Judas!" He chased her away, with the hint of sarcasm of many of his jokes, which this time had the sound of somewhat artefact indignation.
"Judas, my foot: I told you I did not sign that letter."
"Then bring me a copy, if you want me to believe it, and if it is true, I will drink from your cup.... But now go away, you hypocrite!"
Naomi stamped her foot in annoyance, slammed her glass down on the photocopier, and turned on her heel, walked out without a word more closing the door noisily behind her.
Battista looked at her dumbfounded. The scruple came over him that he had gone too far, and he had the
