They both went to bed. Emma woke up in the middle of the night, very hungry. She saw her husband, who was asleep; she got up carefully so as not to wake him.
She put on her slippers and left the room, walking to the kitchen where she took out the desserts that Franco bought her and a bowl of fruit; she sat down to eat as if a battalion of babies were growing in her belly; she sat down to eat, delighting in everything she wanted.
Franco got up when he saw that Emma was not in bed. Because of his profession, it was difficult for him to sleep deeply. He felt it when she was getting up, but she had not returned. He put on a jumpsuit and went down to see her sitting so beautifully eating everything she found.
“What are you doing? It's 3 AM, let's go to bed.” Franco approached her who ref
