That evening we met in my bed, after a long and really hot and busy day. I took her hands. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, good and understanding like a Madonna’s. I contemplated her sweet smile, capable of always giving me an incomparable serenity.
“Well then, how are things going, my dear?” she asked me.
“Well then, how are things going, my dear?”“I grit my teeth, I hang in there and keep going. I"m not one to give up, you know that.”
“Now you’re discovering first-hand how difficult it is to remain beside a sick woman. To live for her, just to give her strength and courage; enduring continuously, always having to face difficulties, taking one day at a time. In the end it’s as if her illness is somehow transmitted to you too.”
“Now you’re discovering first-hand how difficult
