Hand in hand, they passed by three swindlers who watched them insistently. Frank preferred not to maintain their excited glances, to avoid any problems of misinterpretation.
Noticing that their hands were wrapped together, one of them spoke up, “I advise you to never let her go!”
“I don’t intend to!” Frank replied to the stranger who had decided to greet them as if they were friends.
It was true that his hand did not want to let go of her hand for anything in the world. It was not only her hand, it was her everything, her outer and inner being, from her body to her soul. He liked her just the way as she was, taking into account also the faults that she held very well. He would have wanted their relationship to continue to build over time. He was aware that there lay only the disunity of
