Come in, come on in. Here, this chair is for you. Are you OK? You look…

disconcerted. Are things all right? I know, last night you knocked at

our door. I understand. I understand. Come, have a glass of wine.

Take a deep breath. That’s it. Have you been busy lately? I believe you

have. All over, right. You look a bit tired. As in need of a vacation. I

know. You don’t have to apologize for taking my beautiful dog away.

You are the best doctor in the universe to give the Ultimate diagnosis.

And try to help…you try to help. As saying…enough, enough, enough.

And we follow accordingly to the situation. Would you like

some water? Do you like my guitar? I love it. How often do you get to

practice…? An hour every day…well, well, well…show me some of your

stuff. Ah, that solo is beautiful! The mourning notes hit my ears! Like

the ones played at a funeral. As a sad wind coming through the woods…

invading the entire ceremony. You aren’t bad. Not at all. Of course, you

have played an eternity. What? Are you leaving now? Well, I wouldn’t

want to disturb your itinerary. Listen, thank you for stopping by. Thank

you. You told me my time is not up yet. And you couldn’t tell when it

when it will be. I understand.

I love you too.

EO