Building Pontoon Boats

Chapter 5

After about 20 minutes of prayer and reflection called Perugino in all, to start the conversation and find the real culprit. All those who were outside had discussed the events but did not give air to the brain.
He rose again to Mario for reporting this young seminarian who had been sitting outside joints:

"Lora Perugino, gavemo discussion forums while you yesterday here in scondarte. The Samantha to be good but you na de ga little finger Toni, who is the bank sinque minutes ago, that the talks with de ga I know that is the ninth mae, so if mine is not the EA. But nesun that you know where you are you. According to the rest of us you will Perugino is, no one that you know where you are, you will be dovarisito el responsible for trash and you will be the only one who is inside the Cesa. Tuti if I agree with me. "
" Perugino Then, we discussed while you were out here to hide. The Samantha will be a no-good, but said Toni, who arrived five minutes ago, who spoke with the grandmother of the girl who is sick, so she did not. But nobody knows where it was you. In our view was you Perugino, you should be responsible for the trash and you're the only one left inside the church. They all agree with me. "

"How can you Mario! You're just a racist, you know that I would not be able to do such a thing, even under the fumes of alcohol! Your problem is that you're a racist, as everyone here! Only a racist! The real problem is my skin color, right? Reply, liar, answer me! ". The two tears were coming down, she wiped away with a flick and nervous.
"Perhaps, but this is the reality." Mario replied triumphantly, confident.
The poor young people lack the forces, was innocent, because he went to light a candle, as usual. But he could not prove it, consequently, had been "stuck" the eyes of all he was guilty.
Mario had a winning sort of expression, seemed to say - Look at all those who are good, I solved the mystery and now deserve a new denture! -
Suddenly, however, rose Ettore, who had always remained silent except for some comments. He looked very dejected and resigned, someone who can do nothing except what he was doing.
"Mario, if you are not my Perugino, MI if you know who."
" Mario, has been mica Perugino, I know it was."

"Gods' lora, pride, those templates if you are lora.
" From then on, tell me who it was then."

the old man said mockingly, with an idiotic smile on his face.
"I know is me."

Silence fell between those present, all upset, even Mario had lost his smile, which had turned into a lifeless face.
"Yes Please go tuti many saints, the Virgin Mary, tuti. But if the dead isteso moiere me. Deso, disime, if na only right that gives as good and more in this way, without guilt and sin? Jesus betrayed me ga me incase Iero black. So go the cheapest stuff, parquet if it not worth anything if it makes people die and how. However el tuto nea caseta goddess if interested e 'na envelope. "
" Yes, I prayed all the saints, the Virgin Mary, all. But my wife is dead anyway. Now, tell me, is right that a good woman like her die like that, without faults and sins? Jesus betrayed me and I was furious black. So I stole the deals, because you do not deserve anything, if it kills people like her. However, it is all in the mailbox in an envelope. "