Мадина Федосова – Signora Lucia’s Laundry (страница 10)
Signora Maria froze. Looked at the stains. Then at Lucia.
«You think…» she began.
«I think,» Lucia said, «that before committing murder, you should ask. Did you ask?»
«I did. He said: „I dined alone.“»
«And that’s all?»
«That’s all. And he smiled… like that… so… disgustingly!»
«Disgustingly?» Signor Enzo repeated. «How?»
«As if he knows something I don’t!» Signora Maria began to get wound up again. «As if he has a secret! And I hate secrets! I’m his wife! He shouldn’t have secrets from me!»
Lucia took the sheets, spread them on the counter. The stains were old, already dried, but clearly fresh – from yesterday.
«The wine will come out,» she said. «Grease – harder. Chocolate – medium. But this one…»
She pointed to the brown stain, the most incomprehensible.
«What is it?» Signora Maria asked.
«I don’t know. Need to smell it.»
Lucia brought the stain to her nose. Smelled it. Then again.
«Strange,» she said.
«What?» Signora Maria leaned forward.
«It smells…» Lucia hesitated. «It smells of medicine.»
«What kind of medicine?»
«I don’t know. Something bitter. Something old people take.»
Signora Maria froze. Looked at Signor Enzo. He shrugged.
«He doesn’t take any medicine!» Signora Maria said. «He’s healthy as an ox! He’s seventy-two and still… well, you know… forgive me, Lord!»
Signor Enzo coughed and turned to the window.
«Then I don’t know,» Lucia said. «But that’s exactly what it smells like. Medicinal bitterness.»
Signora Maria sat down on the chair. For the first time since her arrival, she fell silent.
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