"Oh yes, he spent many hours at his desk."
"Lucky, Hemingway, not to have to use glasses, right?"
"Glasses?... Yeah, really lucky."
"Since he always writes in the afternoon, he was only with you in the morning, right?"
"Yes, only in the morning..." I got up: "I wish you a good stay in Venice." I said. "I'm leaving."
"You're leaving? But why?" We have to have breakfast together... have I bored you? Do you want us to go in a gondola? " He stood up and rocked slightly. Now it falls on me, I thought. "Wait, please. Sit down, please. Look, now the waiter is coming with the martinis, let's at least have a martini together. Renata..."
I whirled around, walked quickly towards the exit and as I passed him I hoped that the waiter would not notice that I was about to cry.
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