The End

"Did you hear about…?"

"Why. What happened?"

"It snowed in Naples."

"What do you mean it snowed?"

Incredulity spread itself all around as the butter-fat, smiling sun strides in and on, unstoppable as the clocks' ticking.

"I mean, come on. It's July."

(l'estremità)

AN: This is useless to you now but Alice, rest in peace.