Chapter 4Angela
I keep moving up and down the room, thinking of a thousand and one possible scenarios of what could have happened: the absurd ones far outnumber the normal ones.
I look at the clock for the umpteenth time: 17:15. I really think I could call her now.
The phone rings: once, twice, three times... come on, damn it, what are you waiting for to answer!
Fifth ring: "Hi, I'm not home at the moment, if you want you can leave a message..."
And no, damn, another damn answering machine! Come on, let's talk like a moron with this thing.
"...beep!"
"Hi Angela, it's Davide. We met last night at the club...sorry, but you said to call you after five. When you come back you can call me anytime at 06..."
What the hell! I hung up the phone unnerved, both by Angela's absence and by the
