"Twenty years, twenty years that she didn't move..." her husband burst into tears. The Magician then said that he would wait for me the next day. I smiled affably at the secretary because if he hadn't blocked me at the door I would never have met Achille d'Angelo, I smiled at the porter, I smiled at the gondoliers gathered around the gondola stand in front of Daniele. What a beautiful day. I felt happy and light. But what would I do now? I couldn't go home with the risk of coming face to face with my friend. I called to ask for news: she had gone as soon as I left, Ofelio said. Safe? Just went with her suitcases and many greetings for me. Ah, I thought. He really does wonders, the Magician.
The next day I was in a good mood. The Wizard was too, but then he frowned because I resisted, he said, and that certainly didn't help him break the negative forces around me. It was therefore preferable to postpone again. In the meantime I was allowed to witness another imposition of energies on a difficult case and again I was impressed because the patient after having looked the Magician in the eyes for a long time and having let himself be touched here and there told him that he felt somewhat better.
The next day I found the secretary waiting for me in the corridor who: "Pss... pss..." he said in a low voice. From the Magician there was a powerful and very high character who wanted to remain incognito and for fear that the voices could be heard through the door he had asked not to let anyone into the living room, so please wait at the end of the corridor, soon they would be finished, I shouldn't have to wait long.
I was walking towards the end of the corridor when the door of the Magician's room went ajar and the secretary stood in front of me to hide the view of who was going out but since he had a dachshund over his shoulder I saw a regal and cautious Aspasia who, looking around, with regal composure, was hurrying up the stairs.
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