Effects Of Latent Syphilis

1.33 - PARENTI ILLUSTRI

Rudy, Joe and Greg set off across the snow until mid-leg. The cold is biting, the flakes fall slower and less intense the night before. The gray light of morning is monotonous and irritating to the eyes, and a whitish haze limited visibility.
The steps of the three companions are the only noise in the desolate landscape of the main street, the sound fades in a few moments, absorbed by the fall of sleet.
After a few hundred meters on the left side peep some older stores.
- Looks like an old grocery store - says Rudy.
- Let's look - says Joe.
The interior of the wood is covered from deadly drafts of cold air that filtered through the broken glass generated sharp icy currents. Cobwebs and dust reign supreme in the corners and run-down on a counter, behind which lie a decade past due for goods on the shelves of rusty metal shelves.
in here, the feeling of abandonment feels in all its fullness.
- It seems that the time has stopped here, that those who had fled leaving behind everything is here. It 's true, there seems to be nothing of value ... but why not empty the shelves? What is the point? - notes Martinez.
- Fregatene Rudy, let's get out there and half here. I've had enough of this place - Greg says as he follows with his eyes and the veteran Joe who access the back room. In
small closet illuminated by a tiny window, an old phone is hung on the wall, just below an old poster. Probably the unit was used as a public telephone. Rudy
Pick up the phone, but then shakes his head: there is no line.
- And what's that? - Joe says, pointing to the faded poster.
The poster depicts a copy of an old photograph, which shows the bust of a well-dressed man posing next to a pedestal, on which rests a box open that puts on display a precious pendant. At the foot of a photo caption reads "In memory of Abraham Sterling, 1830-1930, benefactor di Brumhill. 40° anniversario."
- Ah, ma pensa! - esclama Joe - La vecchiaccia ha parenti illustri!
- C'è scritto qualcosa sulla targhetta sotto quel cofanetto nella foto... - Rudy cerca di aguzzare la vista più che può. - Aaahhh! Dannazione! E' troppo piccolo.
Greg si avvicina alla locandina e la strappa dal muro, quindi la caccia mezza stropicciata nelle mani di Martinez: - Lascia perdere detective, non è il momento. Quando ce ne saremo andati da qui potrai prendere una bella lente d'ingrandimento e leggere con calma!