(Emma) arrived at (Eric's) house at about ten in the evening to find him sitting on
the doorstep smoking a cigarette. She sat next to him and looked at the sky
where he looked, and then said: The first time I see you smoking cigarettes.
To say he sarcastically: I cannot smell it, but it is something to vent my anger.
She looked at him for a bit, then pointed to the stars: Look at the sky.
(Eric): I've been looking at it for an hour. Do you know what I noticed?
(Emma):
What?
(Eric) After he blew one last smoke from his cigarette while he was throwing it away in his
hand: it is no longer as clear as it was before! I remember how me, mom and
(Johnny) were sitting on the threshold, so we looked at the sky and laughed till
the morning, from the whole of our sitting (Johnny) slept on my shoulder, so we
hugged by her with the love of her sweet smile, then she looked to my eyes and
said, "I wanted one of my children to have the color of my eyes, but you