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British Tale

(experiments)

-Aye,you smell like putrid.What have you been doing you bloody filthy rat?
-Nothin' sir.
-Go inside the bloody house and have a bath.-the man's eyebrows were wrinkled.His face was red.
-Yes sir.-he rose abruptly,took his bag and without looking up hurried for the big white house.
Mr. Winthrop followed him with his eyes,clenching his teeth and breathing hard.The little boy stopped suddenly,turned toward him and said:
-Sir ,I don't know where the loo is.
-What?-he murmured between his teeth.
-I don't know where...
-I heard what you said.-he approcahed refusing to sniff and turning around thinking his olfactory sense was being greatly offended.
-Come with me-he led the way toward the loo.
-There it is you bloody fool.
The little boy breathed deeply closing his eyes.
Mr. Withrop made a degusted face :You smell like putrid.-he murmured again
You talk like putrid....-the boy thought silently.

He was alone.

-Aye i do smell dirty.-the boy laughed at himself ignoring this time the gaunging of swears cast upon him not long ago.His eyes were filled with a special light that could not be ignored by Marie,the maid ,which had glanced over him as he had made his way to the bath tub.
He took a long bath ,feeling warmth and refreshed. Pleased that this luxuary was consented to him he started singing in a low-pitch voice.
-I should get filthy more often..-he smiled to himself again

continuing

-It's disarming, isn't it?
- I beg your pardon?
-The feeling of helplessness ,it's disarming..-he said fixing his eyes to James.
-I don't know what to say.-James approached to the bench and tied his shoes .They were already tied...
-James.
He was still "tieing "his shoes and looking at the fountain as if there were all his answers and his revelations.
-JAmes.
-Yes.-he cocked his head .
-Would you like to talk about it?
There was silence...
Thinking ,Pariss started to try another approach.
-I heard Marie was very sad when you screamed to the boy.
-You heard..!
-Hmm yes, i did ,indeed.
-Well i am afraid i have to dissapoint you Pariss,i don't want to talk about it .
He hit a peble with his shoe as if that situation had regressed his nervous feelings of childhood.
-I...i have this number that can help you..-he handed the number to his friend.
James Winthrop took the business card and read it silently,then he clenched his teeth in frustration.
-Good , you think i am going crazy..

Lorie this story is pictured into my memory in sort of schemas way but this dialogue it’s not been used anymore by British people. Is buried into books.

exactly.