WOMAN BLINDS

I wrote this NEWS, in homage to the millions of orphans that, in this Christmastime, don't have another horizon that the coldness of the street. I associate there today, MAY 1999 12, the children martyrdoms of the war in the Kosovo, victims of the incoherences of the countries hired in the conflict.

Small important detail: My manuscripts, Discovered of the Grant, PPA and Blind Woman, are in waiting of edition! If you are a Publisher and that the style suits you, I am quite prepared to study your offers! ; -))

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An imaginary history, in an urban city as some exists of the millions and the millions in the world. The fortuitous meeting between an extremely rich aged, blind woman, and a black orphan.

In this Christmastime, everybody bustles to the last preparations. The streets are enlivened, teeming of passersby, all more hurried the some that the other. Among this indifferent crowd, a small black child. Without precise goal, he/it strolls, licking the windows that he/it devours some eyes. No one pays attention there.

Soudain, to a crossroads, the destiny is going to allow him not to make a granny's acquaintance as the other. In some seconds, the love gets settled between the two beings, without forgetting the dog guides, thanks to which the orphan's future is going to be chamboulé!...

An icy wind sweeps the city since early this morning. The layer of snow, regaining the trees and the cars, is edged of ends crystals of icing. In spite of the newborn clarity, the shades, have the pain left their supports. According to the angle in which one is, snow is soon gray, soon luminous. The reverberation of the streetlights, produced of the thousands of multicolored bundles. It is only seven hours thirty. The streets enliven little by little. Leaving its nocturnal coat, the city is coming slowly out of his/her/its lethargy.

The swish takes over, of a silence nearly monotonous. The deliverers, hale and hearty, are the first to bring the diurnal animation. The some while hissing, the other while laughing, they liven a trifle the day that lingers to rise. The scavengers arrive on their turn. Cleverly, they take the domestic garbage in charge. The trash cans overflow. The empty packings, the cardboards of the gifts, all is there to recall that tomorrow, it will be Christmas. It say if this December twenty-four, as every year, is promised to a renewal of activities.

Inside of a coffee, the ambiance is hotter than the other days. This early clientele, is from afar the nicest. All customers are in dungarees, relax. They are nearly on familiar terms all. While tasting their first coffee, each goes there of its anecdote. They yawn, they stretch, as to regret, the small snug bed that they have just left, better probably. The steaming cups, let escape their sweet perfume. Nothing of as a crescent to come with this delicious beverage. Truck drivers, deliverers, workers... They meet like every morning in this friendly café.

In spite of the uproar, the boss tries to listen to news to the radio somehow. They are not very rejoicing, especially for the without shelter. It cannot stop from communicating its pain to some friends, leaned at the counter,:

- It is nevertheless hard for these poor devils... No but you heard well?... Less twenty they announce for this night!...

- I hope that the Santa Claus will put some thick leggings... Otherwise, I know a that would risk to make the muzzle of it!...

- It is not the Santa Claus that I speak!... But of these poor wretches without shelter!...

The whim cuts short. Accustomed to the efforts, these men are above all sensitive beings. Finally, after the boss's answer, the silence falls in the room. At the same instant, the thoughts converge toward those and those that, in spite of solidarity, will know this night of the dramatic moments. It is exactly if they have courage to finish their breakfast. The looks, haggard a brief instant, get lost toward the outside. Outside, it already makes less five. It is unjust to know human beings in danger of death, exposed to the rigors of the time. What can they make? Definitely not much, it is well what makes them as impotent and anxious. Because, while they go to feast, in some hours, of others are going to die of cold weather and hunger.

Soudain, one among them tenses its look. Something keeps its attention. It scrutinizes with a sustained attention, on the other side of the street. That that very sensible, is worth him some jokes on behalf of one his/her/its neighbors of table:

- Don't have You shame to mast the chicks?... I am going to tell it to your shepherdess!...

- Your muzzle... Look over there at this child... You see... Next to the container...

Only listening to its heart, the deliverer rises and head toward the door. The kiss, the cold weather, is not obstacles for it. It remains immobile before the bar, fixing the kid in the eyes. After some seconds, it waives to him to come to join it. Alas, distraught, the child disappears at top speed. The man remains purified, before coming back inside:

- Then... Do you want to adopt some négros now?... Did see you as it pulled itself the crab louse?...

Its buddy's face, that gets settled in front of him, is not to the skylarking. What that is he/it therefore past? Does it know this child visibly who, didn't return him the same interest? The answer is very dry, and happen of commentary:

- I don't have the intention to make raising of it!... Merely to give them a little love and of human heat!... I am sure that he/it is at the street this youngster!... Prostitute of society!... The some stuff as pigs, to crap under the tables... while others even have neither a piece of bread nor a roof!...

Its interlocutor doesn't have anymore envies to laugh. It knows its pal to spunk. Since its divorce, it didn't see its children anymore. Every time that it sees one, trailing in the streets, of it it wants to take it in its arms and to tighten it very strong. Life is made thus! Difficult to redo the world, in if a short time! In a few more of twelve hours, champagne, the caviar, the foie gras and the oysters, without forgetting the sacrosanct salmon, all will be set down on the tables of the merrymakers. The driver, the uptight jaws, looks at its truck, where is stored all these precious victuals. It dies of desire to be going to throw its truck against the window of a center, sheltering the without shelter. Like that, the merchandise would be for once, destined to people who would know how to benefit from this!

The hour turns alas. It is time to think about taking the necklace. Tonight, like all bachelors, most customers will meet here, to spend the Christmas Eve. The driver, while swallowing a feature its last mouthful of coffee, gives out the vSu to see this child again. So God makes him this grace, he knows that this small black orphan, will be filled. It especially knows, while consulting sudden its watch, that if he/it continues to daydream of the way, it is going to get late in its tour! Looking for one or two pieces of currency in the pocket of its trousers, it puts down them on the ticket of case that is under the ashtray. While rising, it cannot stop from fixing again to the outside, in the secret hope to see its small protégé again. After having taken its jacket and greeted its friends, it leaves coffee. Its face is certainly less tense, but it expresses with burst the purity of its heart.

Outside, the day is now raised. A weak halo of sun comes to illuminate by intermittence, the crystals of icing. The street now knows its usual traffic. The whitish trails that escape of the exhaust pipes, amplify the driver's emotion. Accustomed to very low temperatures, it doesn't feel the cold weather that hammers its face. In shirt sleeves, after having removed its jacket, it goes up in its truck. In the cabin, the thermometer already fell hardly to six degrees. One hour only, after this stop coffee, these are nearly fifteen degrees that fell! It say so outside, the kiss amplifies the existing cold. After having lit a cigarette, it starts the motor. Visibly, it stops thinking about this black child. To such point that he/it becomes some absent-minded. Without worrying of that can really come behind him, it commits on the main pavement. What is not a driver's taste! Thanks to his reflexes, it avoids the truck just barely. The worse is avoided, what is primordial.

It is time that the driver of the heavy weight recovered! For that to make, it lights its auto radio, to focus its mind on something else. However, strength is to note that it doesn't arrive there. Also, rather than to take useless risks, it immobilizes its contraption on the roadside of the pavement. After having stopped the radio, it engages its station of C.B. Solidarity between people of the road is legendary. It immediately throws a call to all its buddies, who could be in a ray of two kilometers around the bar. It wants to all price to recover this child. The answers don't make themselves wait. In some seconds, one, then two, then ten truck drivers rush in search of the black orphan. As for all analogous operations, a code-name is given to this research: "December 24"! This fraternity, spontaneous and sincere, moves the truck driver that while wiping its tears, sees its own children again, some years before! Will they arrive, these angels of the road, while uniting their efforts, to defeat the adversity? Will they succeed in localizing the child before it disappears in the depths of its disarray? Certainly, the driver hopes for it of all its heart. While being conscious nevertheless of the difficulties!

To some kilometers of there, far from the tumult of the city, the quietude of a district huppé. The well-off villas stake out the avenue, richly decorated. To judge the immensity of each of them of it, one imagines that it is not of modest workers who live here! The cars of luxury, aligned the on all sides some behind the other of the road, reinforce this feeling of wealthiness. The rare drivers who cross this residential district, don't pay attention there more. Here, not of trash cans on the sidewalks. No laundries to the windows, nor of paper on the floor. It is a private society that is charged of the road network and the domestic garbage. All takes place in an almost monastic silence. Instead of leaving the trash cans, the staffs of houses welcome the employees in the local that is reserved them.

Villa after villa, they are going to browse the thus a few sixty residences. It is necessary to say that the employees are not to pity, especially in this day of feast! The rest of the time either besides. But in this Christmas Eve especially, the technicians of cleanliness receive sumptuous gratuities. Of what to ornament their ends of month. It is the case for this team who penetrates at the instant in the most luxurious property. The last of the day! As every day, she/it is waited to the portal, by the person responsible of the security:

Hey yes... When one has money, one can offer itself the luxury to insure a brought closer protection. The envious don't miss alas! Willingly, the employees submit to the controls of identity and excavation of the vehicle. Routine maybe, to which each submits without balking. After what, by radio, the chief of the security asks for the opening of the portal. The vehicle, preceded by a car of intervention, moves toward its workplace. Once there, like every day, three bodyguards with their dogs surround the vehicle. The team is there accustomed, but it doesn't prevent a certain emotion. Nor the men on duty, nor the dogs, are not there to make the figuration! A few farther, in dress of house staff, one of the servants welcomes the maintenance agents:

- You don't have too much work today... Our masters are going to celebrate at their children... Mrs. and gentleman asks me to hand you this... While wishing you excellent feasts... Hello gentlemen...

Vu the thickness of the envelopes, the gratuity today is going to pass the record! No one wants to take the risk to lack tact. Work first. After having done an U turn, the driver of the pickup moves back until the local. Its team mates already left the trash cans, that they get ready to pour in the skip. To some meters of there, before the truck, the Rolls of the masters advances. Gleaming of cleanliness, it immobilizes itself to the feet of the marches of the staircase owing the main entry. The driver immediately, fate of the vehicle and comes to stand to height of the door rear right, the cap under the arm. The driver of the truck skip, accustomed to the stage, brings a relative attention there only. Besides, while coming back in the cabin, its colleagues indicate him that work is finished.

Whereas they were about to start, the three men cannot resist the temptation to look at the inside of their respective envelope! Devil! Two one thousand franc tickets, each! Tonight, the sparkling wine is going to turn into champagne! The euphoria pacified, they remain a silent instant. On the stairway of the villa, the mistress of the places fate of the house. Blind of birth, it knows how to move perfectly in its home. Nevertheless, protocol obliges, an armada of hireling is there, to surround it with one thousand attentiveness. One holding the dog guides, two other the arms of the precious lady, and the fourth server of blimp to the group. Behind, the husband, surrounded with the maids carrying the luggages. Not wanting to play the voyeurs, the employees of the housekeeping society slip out gently without asking remains them.

During this time, the noble packs down arrives to hoist itself in the car. To its sides, the faithful Labrador that since several years, the guide during its pedestrian walks. In some minutes, all is in place. The Mr. of a loving gesture of the hand, its companion who moves away in the alleys of the park, accompanies some places. Preceded of a protective car, the Rolls is announced to the portal of entry. The truck skip is asked then to start as soon as possible. Too bad for the excavation, he/it is out of the question that he/it embarrasses the convoy:

Hardly the truck is it on the avenue, that already the protective car immobilizes itself before the station of control. The driver aims a document to the chief of control:

- Hold... There is our course... We are going to take Mrs. first to the park of the city garden... Then, some purchases... The hairdresser, the tailor... Finally... The routine what!...

- 13 hours at the latest... Past this delay, you apply the orders!... Ciao!...

Everybody knows it, the manager is unforeseeable. At the last minute, it is capable all to modify. What is not the taste of its guardian angels! Because, as soon as the hour limits out of date, the plan of intervention is triggered. As relating the last blunder, following the pranks of the brave lady, the chief of station contains its smile with difficulty. It is necessary to say that four cars of police, six bikers of the state police and about twenty security agents, had left to its research. The car that escorted it, blocked to a red light, had lost it of view! It is only after one hour of research, and a setting in alert of the three quarters of police's strengths, that it had been recovered, sat on the bench of a square, by train da to make the chitchat with a kid! All that, because at the last minute, instead of going like every Monday to its appointment to the hairdresser, she/it had wanted to let its dog go for a walk with it to its manner! As the park in question is filled of bitches in heat, the brave dog had forgotten its liabilities momentarily, to the profit of a behavior more... matter-of-fact! No one ever knew besides, if it had had the possibility to appease its fantasies!

However that may be, while greeting as it suits to its manager the passage, the chief of station would have the hundreds of anecdotes of this kind to tell. Yet, as the set of the staff who is to the property, no one, will never lack a respect to this big lady. Its charisma, its generosity, is legendary. Where that it is, whatever it makes, it is always necessary that it brings a friendly gesture, to the people who take care of her. Although being very alert, it is conscious of its big dependence opposite others. It also knows, and that, everybody mistrusts of it, to intercept the least allusion. A way of sixth sense, very known among the non seers, allows him to know if the no one that is in front of it is serious or if it mocks! The voice also, is a major asset in its analysis. Useless to get lost in flattering subjects, if the heart is not there! Deceit, the hypocrisy, is immediately discovered and... reject!

While this dear Mrs. is absent, as to its habit, its " Mr. " gives in to its favorite pleasures. In the lounge of the second floor, surrounded with two of its most faithful serving, it kills the time to its manner! To be clear, it is sending itself in air with the two girls! Champagne flows to stream, as much as the tickets that, Christmas obliges, are there as gifts. To be straightforward, it is more or less on average two times per week, that this kind of festivities takes place. The Baroness it is sure, knows it pertinently. It is even her that since more of twenty years, suggest to her husband's Baron not to disregard its sexuality. Does the pleasure preserve it is not true? To nearly eighty years, it is not carried " so " on the trifle. The Baron as for him, reveal a capacity and a vivacity that would make become pale at a discount of jealousy a lot of lovers! Money in more... that it is not necessary to disregard nevertheless, it encourages is true while facilitating them, the most daring excesses. Still is him that in the neighboring pieces, without the knowledge of the Baron the staff's other members are not abandoned naturally, for as much!

To their manner, to be able to participate directly in the romps in love, they organized intimate sittings of " erotic spectacles ". With the complicity of the maids, that also touches their part of pile, they placed a camera in the lounge where takes place the " private " meetings! Then, in return for a tidy enough sum, they make come from the personalities sorted out on the shutter, to that they project the movies. It doesn't shock anybody very sensible! Everybody or nearly, knows very well that money is vector of all vices. No one wants therefore to abuse the situation. Each spends one moment of sweetness, made gray by the fantasies that the stages procure. It is not for as much, that the staff would adventure on the slope of the decadence. Some vicious, that wanted to acquire the precious cassettes to all price, were some for their expenses! Not only they have been ousted of the privileged circle, but in more, they know that all would be unpacked in the throw - set, if of adventure, they appeared too embarrassing. Okay to laugh a little, and to make itself/themselves some spending money without getting tired too much. Of there, to dishonor the Masters by a scandal, not question. The place is too good!

Far from worrying of what happens in its property, the Baroness is making itself make the aesthetic cares in its favorite lounge. Contrary to what one could calculate, it follows with a very sustained attention, the evolution of the hands on its face:

- I believe that you should put a few more of cream on my right cheek... I feel it less beautiful than the other my child!...

- As Mrs. the Baroness wants... And for the hairdressing of Mrs. the Baroness?

- You changed lotion today... This one doesn't agree to me... I must be too much dark... Won't you rectify this is not?

The pussycat doesn't laugh. It perfectly knows its customer and well pain would take of it to him to try to trick it. As every Monday, the worldly gossips of the week reviewed with the fine-toothed comb. Does such association have need to be helped? Immediately, the Baroness's particular secretary makes the necessary. A substantial check is immediately drawn to the order of the aforesaid association.

At the beautician, at its tailor, to the circle of its friends, it is everywhere, the same requirement, the same worry of the perfection. It sees there better probably, that the people that it coasts. It is a little laborious at some moments, but so endearing that each forgives him. The Baroness doesn't support the injustice. The hypocrisy, the lie, deceit, is its hostile jurors. As much it offers good heart, as much it appears or even sarcastic aggressive, in front of a person that it doesn't feel. Its eyes, it has them in the heart. Its looks are of this a lot just fact, that those that we can carry. The appearance, the aesthetic aspect of the other, it doesn't take it into account and by there, holds itself exclusively of it to the impulses that emanate its interlocutors. Blind yes, by the strength of the things; credulous on no account! It comes again today, to mean it to the young woman that, involuntarily probably, had not made the same work that usually. To a lot of considerations, this easiness to determine the cares that are lavished him, is simply fabulous. While keeping its smile, it especially knows, to make itself respect!

No far from there, the small black child is localized by a truck driver. He/it immediately transmits by the radio, the coordinates of his/her/its site. In the cabin of his/her/its truck, the deliverer answers with a lot of emotion in the voice:

- OK my old Brutus... I am to a few hundreds of meters from there... I am going to go there on foot, I think that I will go more quickly... Remain in contact radio, because I am going to leave!...

The tears in the eyes, this brave driver that everybody nicknames Zorro " in a friendly way ", hasten to cut his/her/its motor, the radio, and to jump out of his/her/its cabin. He/it doesn't even take the time to thread his/her/its jacket. His/her/its small protégé is over there, to some strides only. He/it only has the park to cross. Without worrying about the drivers, who brake to avoid it, he/it crosses the big avenue like a meteor. That that naturally, provoke some bursts of glass and... of voice, between the drivers who come to strike itself/themselves! He/it is far from worrying of these slim details, speeding along like an escaped prisoner.

Very quickly he/it sees the truck of his/her/its Brutus buddy; it is the code-name on the frequency radio of the truck drivers for this driver. He/it is only to about ten meters. Sudden, pursuing his/her/its mad race, he/it is intrigued. Even Brutus hastily his/her/its truck and head toward people small group that comes to constitute itself/themselves. Breathless, he/it finally joins his/her/its friend:

- No... Let it to me... I am going to rectify him the portrait to this thick idiot!...

Brutus doesn't have the time to move. Fast as the lightning, Zorro arrives to height of the boy who was holding the black child by the ears:

- I am going to teach you to me... Wait for a little that the police arrives... To jail they are going to put you...

The jaw and the tight fists, Zorro rushes on his/her/its adversary who loosens the child to keep his/her/its balance. Without putting itself/themselves the least question, the driver glues the thick fellow against the wall:

- That you are idiot, it is not my problem... But that you touch only one hair of this roguish poor... there... I explode you the face!...

- But release me... Species of hooligan!... This small rascal has just pricked me of the merchandise... Do you find that maybe normal?...

feeling guilty, the child looks at Zorro with an extraordinary sadness. The look exchanged between the child and his/her/its defender is pathetic. The emptiness makes itself around them. Progressively, Zorro loosens its embrace. The thick bag slips against the wall and collapse of all his/her/its weight on his/her/its bottom. Brutus, that arrived in reinforcement, remain disconcert. The stage that takes place under his/her/its eyes is marvelous. To knees before the child, Zorro caresses him the face tenderly. The two friends smile himself with a divine tenderness. Understanding that he/it had badly made, the small kid comes out of his/her/its pockets some packets of sweet, that he aims to his/its friend. With his/her/its adorable Negro " small accent ", he/it recognizes his/its mistake and ask him forgiveness.

When the man watches while taking them in his/her/its hands, the few sweets that the child had taken, he cannot contain his/its anger:

- is it Then for three unhappy packets of candies that you make all this whorehouse?... How much does that cost this merde?...

- Hold... there they are your twelve bullets... I even give you fifteen of them... With the gratuity, you will be going to buy you a conscience!...

- Take them sweets... They are now yours... Say me... Where are your parents?... Do you live here?...

There, the brave Zorro cannot contain its tears anymore. He/it serves the child against his/her/its cSur. The child surrounds it with his/her/its small fragile arms. Passersby as much as Brutuses, upset by this impetus of the cSur, let escape their emotion. Only, indifferent and snide, the thick heap of grease shrugs the shoulders and vociferate of the oaths. Putting to profit the present lull, he/it stands up and without asking for son remains, slip out on tiptoe.

Unis in an extraordinary love, Zorro and his/her/its new friend remain embraced again of long minutes. Taking a handkerchief of his/her/its pocket, the orphan's protector wipes him the eyes:

- has... It is finished my love... Hold... Now it is necessary to blow you, you have your small runny nose... It is well... You are a big boy...

- Far... Very far... Too much far from my cSur... But I am not able to anything there, it is thus... When will they be bigger, maybe that they will want to know their dad?...

Other moment of a dramatic intensity. Brutus, that knows Zorro since a lot of years, knows how much, in this Christmastime, his/her/its friend's children miss him. He/it approaches of him and hit him in a friendly way on the shoulder, as to mean him to stop speaking of his/her/its youngsters. The watchdog to the tender cSur, smiles to the small black. The words are useless. Of instinct, the child understood while crossing the look of the friend of Zorro, that this last very badly had to the cSur. It is at this instant, that a stage even more moving tétanise the aid. After having finished to blow, the kid undertakes to raise his/her/its friend. He/it surrounds him the stomach with his/her/its small arms and while providing a gigantic effort, help to rise:

- is Necessary to remain not on the floor... If you want, I am going to help you to find your children...

not wanting to make itself/themselves pray, Zorro stands up and immediately, takes the kid in his/her/its arms. The child is in heaven. Happy to have met his/her/its mate, he/it serves him the neck while snuggling up his/her/its head against his/her/its shoulder. Alas, someone had warned the police. The arrival in whirlwind of a car, barn-owl everybody. Two cops, truncheons to the hand, approach while running of the group:

Médusés, Zorro and his/her/its protégé, but as Brutuses and the present people, remain some aghast. In all probability, the policemen had a precise description of the child and his/her/its guardian angel. Because immediately, they grasp Zorro and tempt to grab the child:

The tone goes up. Fortunately, in the aid, was police's inspector that, with the biggest pleasure, intercede in favor of the man that his/her/its colleagues already had menotté. Very quickly, the incident is forgotten. Strength is to note that in fact, the " injuries " caused on the thick fellow are for least invisible! All is well that finishes well. The tradesman, following the advices discriminating of the inspector, withdraws his complaint. Has he/it been paid after all, and his/her/its days are not in danger?

Him quiet comes back. Leaving the boutique with his/her/its Brutus friend, Zorro is going to recover the kid. Alas, hardly they have made a few steps on the sidewalk, that they hear a policeman to scream:

- What strip of idiots!... Where am I going to be able to recover it now?...

- I have confidence more to the solidarity of the buddies of the road!... Go... To the job... There is not one minute anymore to lose...

After some bitter-sweet " exchanges ", with the policemen, Zorro doesn't manage to relax. He/it is not afraid to threaten the worse problem cops so by misfortune, the child is not recovered. It is ready to alert the associations for the childhood, the human rights, without forgetting the journalists who will give themselves a pleasure to relate this burr! While waiting, after having communicated his/her/its number of natel to the polices, he/it decides to be going to recover the tradesman to speak to him of the country. It is of his/her/its mistake all that! If he/it had not called the police, the child would be always there. Conscious of himself that is going to happen, would not be that that to give the change, the cops pretend not to have heard the threats. Very quickly, not to be witnesses of that who are going to follow, they go up in their car and move away as soon as possible. During this time, settled and irritated to wish, the two associates enter as meteors in the small grocery store. The manager, occupied with a customer, immediately feels like an uneasiness to invade it. He/it heard everything and as he/it suspects a few of them, the kid's friends don't come to buy him the bottom:

- Thank you lady... Au - Revoir!... Pass a good Christmas!... What do I can for you gentlemen?...

- That then me for you gentlemen... That he/it is cute!... Don't you find that there is a true whorehouse in this slum?...

Joignant the acts to words, the two men begin to reverse all displays. With an Olympian calmness, they take down the rays of bottles that break in a clash of hell. Wine, liqueurs, champagne... In some minutes, almost all the stocks are annihilated. The boss has beautiful to try to calm his/her/its indelicate visitors, he is not able to anything against their hate and their wrath. As he/it tempted to call to the help, Brutus prevents of it to him:

- TO whom do you phone dad?... Later the service of order!... You would make to foresee a housekeeping enterprise better!... While waiting... hop... more of telephone!...

with the help of his/her/its knife, he/it sections the thread of the compound! Relieved, the two men contemplate their chief - d'Suvre:

- One discovers itself of the talents of decorators all two!... Good... Be well wise my thick... And pass a good Christmas!...

Immediately, the two accomplices join their respective trucks. The race is hired against the clock. Useless to say the state of nervosisme in which is Zorro. He/it imagines the worse scripts. In his/her/its mad race, the worse that can arrive to the kid, it is to make itself/themselves crush! While crossing like a mad a street, he/it can make himself/itself at all times topple by a car. He/it has the goose flesh anything of it that to think of it. By radio, he/it sends some messages to everybody; including on the channel of the CB enthusiasts. More will have world to search for the child, more they will have luck to recover it safe and sound. Because, and Zorro makes the vow of it, if of adventure he happened to misfortune to the child, the thick bag would pay it very dear. In some minutes, a hundreds of calls come to give the truck driver courage. In all corners of the city or nearly, are several CB enthusiasts. A black child, passing preview with difficulty that a white, the hope is born again, at the same time as a shy to smile comes to illuminate the face chiseled of the driver.

Fuyant like an escaped prisoner of jail, the small black child continues her mad race through the streets of the city. Persuaded that the policemen are on his heels, he/it doesn't even watch while crossing the streets or the avenues. On several occasions he/it failed already, to make itself/themselves reverse. Is luck going to preserve it? It is less sure. Because alas, to the detour of an alley, while committing like a mad on the big avenue, a car cannot avoid it. Fortunately, the vehicle didn't roll too quickly. The youngster is projected to soil, without too much violence. Immediately, it is the general panic. The women, witnesses of the accident, start screaming! Everybody hurries toward the injured. In some seconds, about twenty people gather around the kid.

Fortunately, one among them is a physician. While parking his/her/its car, he/it screams not to touch the victim. Sage precaution if he/it is some! Then, with calmness and cold, striking blood his/her/its kit of emergency, he/it comes to examine the child:

- It is not too serious... Some bruises, but no obvious fracture... On the other hand, he/it is indeed very breathless!... Someone could give him me of the covers...

- It is very well... Move back yourselves if he/it pleases you... The poor wretch needs air...

The past shock, the child covers little by little his/her/its minds. He/it feels the biggest difficulties to open the eyes. A deep enough wound having cut him the arcade left sourcilière. The blood, that coagulates enough quickly himself, forming a compact enough layer, forbidding him all movements of lid. The doctor makes his/her/its better to dress the wounds, while speaking to his/her/its victim. The kid's breathing accelerates. The physician panics a little. Throbbings passing the norm from afar, he/it calculates an internal hemorrhage. He/it ignores that makes some, the youngster is taking his/her/its minds. The agitation around him, the pains almost everywhere, make him become aware of his/her/its troublesome stance. Accustomed to the suffering, the state of shock pacified he/it only longs for a thing, to take the large.

TO the other tip of the city, speeding along on the places of the accident, police's car that had intercepted the kid in a little while. According to the information provided by the central station, the chief of car is formal; it is about a lot of same child. In his/her/its mind, he/it immediately thinks about the truck driver. By radio, he/it transmits the number of the portable of Zorro to the standard:

- doesn't have any doubt, it is well the small black of in a little while... Warn the driver...

The driver vicelard of police's car, try in vain to speak of the " reprisals " of which were victim the tradesman. Since the truck driver is responsible, as much to intercept it when he will arrive on the places of the accident? His/her/its superior is not of this opinion, and counsel him to roll without worrying of the rest. It is clear that the sergeant doesn't want to take account of the altercation, of which was in a little while victim the thick tradesman. Because he/it also knows him, that what arrives at the moment is entirely of his/her/its mistake. Without his/her/its call, the child would be even safe and sound. Certainly to make itself/themselves justice oneself is not recognized legal, but... Is to knock on a kid without defense, for two unhappy packets of candies, one Christmas Eve who more, is this well admitted?

As the deliverer explained it, during his/her/its previous cross-examination, to him the fact to be deprived especially of his/her/its children to Christmas, is very hard to support. When he/it crossed the youngster's look this morning, he/it had like a way of shock treatment. An unspeakable call, that asked him to watch over his/her/its protégé and especially, to bring him the heat in his/her/its poor small cSur. The sergeant, himself father of three children, returned from it again quite. The destiny he/it is true, sometimes play us the hanging towers. To give the change on the other hand, and it is the case today, he/it offers of the marvelous instants. The yin and yang once again, alternate with plume. Here is why, he/it doesn't want in no way, to take itself/themselves of it to the deliverer. Of as much, and it is what he/it explains to his/its team mate, that there was not on the boss, the least physical aggression!

Very quickly, police's car arrives on the places, at the same time as the ambulance of the firemen. The crowd of curious is enormous. That that écSure the sergeant:

- No but watch me these scavengers!... You are going to make clear off me these vultures and quickly...

while the sergeant surrenders to the injured's bedhead, his/her/its deputy demand to the idlers to move away. Very quickly, it is the stupefaction. The physician, who had lavished the first cares, is dismayed:

- I don't understand of it anything gentleman the agent... I had returned to my vehicle to look for what to make an intravenous injection... Hop... The child ran away...

- don't look for doctor... I know the reasons of it... Was he/it touched seriously?

- Superficially... some bruises... The peripheral throbbings and the acceleration of his/her/its breathing, let me suppose an internal hemorrhage... But...

Quietly, while his/her/its colleague proceeds to the reports of use, the sergeant summarizes the situation somehow. In fact, once the youngster recovered his minds, he realized that the police was going to arrive on the places. Therefore, in his/her/its fertile mind, he/it risked to be stopped! From where his/her/its desire to flee to all price.

The serenity of the conversation is very quickly unsettled. At the end of the avenue, all lit lights, a truck is speeding along in direction of the group. So for the physician, it is about a mad under the ascendancy of the alcohol, for the sergeant, he/it is not anything of it. Nearly amused, he/it attends an epic rodeo. To several resumptions, touching lightly the disaster, the driver of the mad truck shows evidence of a certain dexterity. To defect of career in the deliveries, there is a that would be the welcome in the body of urban police of it! To manipulate a contraption of this size with such a mastery, is not give really to everybody! In some seconds, the truck and his/her/its pilot immobilize themselves to some meters upstream of the accident. Zorro hurries:

- What is the manure that reversed it... Where is him this idiot, that I break it in two!...

- Calm yourselves... I want to go the sponge on the earthquake by the store, but I don't want to follow you to the traces of blood!...

- Stop... Don't add of it if he/it pleases you!... I want to close the eyes, but don't exaggerate all the same... If the child flew off... it is that he/it is not wounded seriously, of a!... And of two, he/it was already far to our arrival on the places!...

The despair of Zorro is to its apogee. Seated on the hood of the car that struck the child, he/it lights a trembling one-handed cigarette. The sergeant is not at the end of his surprises. In less than one minute, emerging of all corners, of the cars, of the trucks... and even of the motorcycles, meet on the places. The concentration is extraordinary. Purified, the sergeant can let speak his/her/its cSur only. This solidarity on the road, via the CB enthusiasts, is simply brilliant. Parking as they can, all drivers flow on the places of the drama. Zorro is suddenly very surrounded. As seeing his/her/its face, faraway and upset, another lesson of public-spiritedness is brought to those and those that attend the stage.

Each imagines the worse naturally. The small protected from Zorro, that had become the fetish of all CB enthusiasts in some hours, probably died. Immediately, the eyes inflate themselves. The silence is total. As seeing the ambulance moving away, all extinct fires, the atmosphere becomes heavy a few more. Everybody knows it, as soon as a person died, the first-aid workers evacuate it in the biggest silence. This time, the doubt is not permitted anymore. Poor Zorro, only, far from his, struck once again by this destiny that visibly, is angry at him. Same Brutus, yet well-known like a strength of the nature, with his/her/its meter ninety-eight and his/her/its hundred twenty kilograms, doesn't know anymore what to do for his/her/its friend. It is finally Zorro that breaks the silence:

- All is to redo my friends... No, reassure yourselves, my small fellow didn't die... Once besides, he/it pulled himself/itself!...

The bursts to laugh, punctuated of applause, make place to the grief. Respecting the sergeant's desires, Zorro gives appointment to all his/her/its friends on the esplanade. Those that cannot join the research can leave from it, with honors and the cordial acknowledgments of the other. Immediately says, immediately makes. In a terrible uproar, all vehicles start again. Greeting the good news to their manner, as they will celebrate Christmas tonight in the same way, the drivers spill a happy concert of horns in the streets! It is true, while seeing them leaving, the sergeant wonders of it. He/it has a touched thought for these people of the road that, to allow us each to celebrate in joy, browse the millions of kilometers far from theirs. License plates of all departments, of different countries, attest this phenomenon. How much people, while drinking their champagne or tasting their oysters, do have a touched thought for those that only, will celebrate in their truck?

The driver of the car, who reversed the child, begin seriously to angry the sergeant. For him, he/it is not question that the police doesn't make a report! :

- Who is going to pay me the damages commissioner?... How am I going to be able to make repay me by my insurance if I don't have report of police?...

- Listen to gentleman... To establish a report, a victim is necessary... Where is she/it?...

- But there are some witnesses?... You appointment counts... The broken beacon... The long carried that is out of use... Without speaking of the impact on the hood!... I have at least of them for five thousand francs of damages...

- When one has the means to buy itself/themselves a car of luxury, one assumes my old!...

- That is not going to happen like that commissioner!... I am going to call my lawyer immediately...

There, it is the drop of water that makes overflow the vase. Patient, tolerant up to here, the sergeant feels that mustard goes up him to the nose. He/it calls his/its colleague, to inquire of the length of the braking traces let on the pavement by the driver. This last, imagining to have influenced the sergeant, recovers its hypocritical smile. Alas, after some seconds of premature euphoria, he/it desists completely:

- according to my colleague, there are more five meters of braking... Therefore, if I am not mistaken, you rolled to an approximate speed of eighty kilometers hour!... I am grieved gentleman, but... the speed being limited to fifty, I see myself in the obligation raising you a verbal suit for excess of speed!... Now circulate, or I embark you for outrage to agent!...

The snobinard, don't ask some more. Once in possession of his/her/its verbal suit, he/it goes back up in his/her/its convertible of sport and without asking for his/her/its rest, move away of this place curses between all!

In another district, we recover the Baroness. Leaving of at his/her/its tailor, she/it follows her/its marvelous mate. More precious than his/her/its own bank account, his/her/its dog guides is his/her/its look on the environment. Not only one time, she/it didn't come up against the least obstacle. Not once, she/it had to quiver while crossing the pavement. She/it adores to go for a walk, guided by his/her/its faithful friend and mate. A few farther behind her, the limousine follows it to very reduced speed. A few forward, the car of escort. Respecting his/her/its desires, the four bodyguards are held from afar respectable, on all sides of the Baroness.

As she/it always tells them, more one feels threatened, more one attracts the crooks. Besides, even the worse hooligans, respect disabled. A lady, dressed as richly either her, that is guided by a dog, impose the respect. Certainly, there are some exceptions; no one is perfected! This kind of individuals, that tackles the blinds mainly, are not human beings, but of real monsters. It is there, that the Baroness appreciates to feel in security, framed by an efficient order service. Still is him that at the moment, delighting itself/themselves of the scents emanating of spread them strewing the streets, she/it breathes this well-being to full lungs. Turning the head as to hear a burst better to laugh here, a dispute by there, she/it smiles tenderly.

While arriving close to a crossroads, according to the slowing of the dog, she/it gets ready to follow it with more of attention. To this place, the noise is nearly deafening. The two wheels, that are stopped to the red light, let escape a constant stream of decibels. The bodyguards who are before her, already cleared the pavement. Those that are behind immobilize themselves, to respect the distances imposed by the Baroness. She/it feels well yet, that his/her/its dog doesn't behave as usual. He/it appears reticent. It the intrigues:

- Hey well my beautiful dog... What happens?... Should we pass I believe?... Rex?... What do you have my pretty dog?... Do say me a little what keeps you?

While lowering itself/themselves to caress it, she/it feels it seated. There, it is a special sign. A code between her and his/her/its guide. Amazed, she/it hears it to moan. Rex licks him the face, and bark by hitches. This time doubts it is not permitted anymore, it marked something. Immediately, she/it gives him the green light:

- Goes my good dog... Go make me see that that you saw... To go... Go my love!...

Submissively, the dog straightens himself/itself and waits that his/her/its mistress made in the same way. Then, making U turn on himself, he/it drags the Baroness behind a few meters, before immobilizing itself/themselves. Again, she/it lowers herself/itself to caress it. This time, he/it is lengthened on the floor. She/it kneels and ready the ear. Sure that has something. Sudden, between two brief instants of lull, she/it hears a child's sobs. Coming up against an obstacle, while bending in direction of the child, she/it calls on his/her/its guardian angels of a precise sign of the hand. Immediately, the four men hurry around her. The two first kneel by her, while the two other get on all sides in cover of the group. But that it does can him well to be? The minutes that follow are laborious enough. More the child sees the men approaching, more his/her/its grief increases:

- My God is this possible?... But don't remain planted there like two pegs... Make come the limousine and we are going to take this poor cherub in a pharmacy...

The voice of the brave lady, his/her/its sweetness, secures the small child. Hey yes, finally recovered! Our small hero is finally localized. Thanks to the scent but especially, to the hearing of Rex! One of the guards, succeeds in raising the orphan. Always knelt, the Baroness uncertainly, search for the child's face, that she/it discovers with an incredible dexterity:

- My beloved poor... Fortunately, your wound is only superficial... Useless to go in a pharmacy... We have what the domain is necessary... How are you called my fellow?...

- Then you is all alone?... Lord that it is unjust!... Do you know this that we are going to make?... You are going to come in my big house... After the feasts, we will make some research to recover your parents... Do you well want?...

- I don't have a mom and I don't have a dad... All two died there... Two bad persons gentleman of it killed them... And me, I left while running...

Only listening to his/her/its cSur, letting flow out of the burning tears, the Baroness serves it very strong against his/her/its cSur. The bodyguards, yet robust and resistant, have difficulty not cracking. The stage is pathetic. Same Rex, go there of his/her/its love. Finely, he/it licks the child's legs, that the Baroness doesn't linger to note that they are naked. As incredible as it can appear, with a temperature that touches lightly the less five degrees, this orphan is in short panties! There, it is the real explosion. The Baroness doesn't know anymore what to do to protect his/her/its host. His/her/its secretary, arriving to his/her/its sides, is immediately informed of instructions:

- Patrice... Want if he/it pleases you to annul our Christmas Eve... Immediately warn Mr. the Baron of this program change... I don't want for nothing on earth, to abandon this to stretch small cSur...

The secretary immediately goes to the limousine, to phone the orders that he has just received. During this time, while holding the child snuggled up against her, the Baroness asks Rex to drive it to the car. It is not necessary to let this poor wretch longer outside, clothed as him the East! Preceded by his/her/its guardian angels, she/it arrives enough easily until the door, that Patrice has just opened. She/it gets settled then to his/her/its sides, before surrounding him the neck and to bring closer it of her. Then, Rex is placed on the other hand. Thus, the child is framed well. The Baroness in his/her/its right and the admirable Rex to his/her/its left. Before the limousine doesn't start, the secretary asks if there would be a few something of special to make:

- Of course my friend!... Can you estimate the measures of my small protégé?...

- Then it is perfected... Phone my tailor so that he/it immediately makes the necessary... Underwear, shirts, sweaters, jackets, shoes... The all in three or four copies...

Slowly, the limousine advances until the red light. The child is purified. Ever of his/her/its life, he/it didn't go up in a car as luxurious. The bikers, who border the car to come closer to the maximum of fire, throw to the disconcert look passage. A négro in a car of masters? It is upside-down the world. One of them however, appears a lot more attentive than the other. In his/her/its eyes, through his/her/its visor, the small orphan can cross this visitor's eyes a curious trifle. The late passer-by to the green, interrupts this mysterious exchange between the biker and the child. Curiously, the powerful motorcycle fits together the step of the limousine.

- Patrice... Ask the protective car therefore to tighten a little I pray you... This biker doesn't seem very nice...

Some seconds hardly after the call, the bodyguards come to place their vehicle between the limousine and the motorcycle. Wanting to take no risk, containing the significance of the looks that is addressed him, by the four occupants of the security car, the biker prefers to bifurcate and to disappear. The Baroness is well far from imagining the reality! By the times that run, is better nevertheless to surround itself/themselves with precautions. Slowly, the limousine on his/her/its turn, disappears at the crossroads, consistent of very near by the guardian angels.

Devant the small bar of in a little while, we see the motorcycle immobilizing itself/themselves. The pilot descends and without wasting time, penetrate inside. Zorro and about twenty friends, try to make the point of the situation:

- I believe that best, it is to wait for a call of the cops... The sergeant has just called me to tell me that he threw an opinion of research...

- Hello the friends... I believe that I have good news... According to the kid's description, I saw it in a terrific limousine!... I noted the number, on an off chance!...

Immediately, the state of mind of the troops goes back up. To be certain that there is not any confusion on the person, the biker brings all details that he could note; of holding to the injury, the doubt is not permitted anymore. Alas, joy is ephemeral. The euphoria pacified, the question to know how they are going to be able to go back up until the owners of the car of masters, put himself with strength. To judge the framing of security of it, these are not workers! Protected as them he/it is, the police will never want to transmit them the coordinates! Again, consternation falls on the group that prematurely confesses itself loser. To less a miracle, they don't see how they are going to succeed in recovering the protégé of Zorro.

All solutions are considered. The boss of the café, as much as his/her/its waitresses, everybody gives out its opinion, propose some solutions. After one hour or nearly of endless discussions, it is always the statute - quo. Sudden, splitting the silence that reigned since some instants, one of the present CB enthusiasts appears to have an idea:

- That says car of masters, says district of bourgeois... Do you know some greatly that way of like that corner?... Me either!... I have one of my pals that works in a team charged of the pickup of the domestic garbage in this sector...

- It is simple Zorro... Since we have the number of the car... My buddy will have made to localize it quickly!... Then... it will be necessary for us to tempt the gait!...

- seen Well... Although it is not won of advance, it is not necessary to disregard this track...

A thing is all the same reassuring. If the orphan has been collected in this limousine, it is that people have a cSur. One doesn't take a youngster, clothed of rags, moreover black, without a minimum of human value. He/it is however clear, that the cSur of Zorro stands some cruelly. To understand his/her/its gait, one of the present friends asks him the question. After all, why such an enthusiasm, for a kid that he/it doesn't even know? No one wants to lower the arms nor to abandon the research. This question arrives at the right time, to justify the reasons that pushed Zorro to throw his/her/its call of distress. Even though the waited answer won't modify in anything the ambient solidarity, at least aura it favors it to solve the zones of shade. Quietly, Zorro accepts to answer therefore:

- It is very simple. Since my ex - woman pulled herself/itself with my children, that I didn't now see since more of fifteen years, every time that I cross the look of an unhappy child, my entire body covers itself with thrills... A way of premonition that tells me that the youngster is sad, abandoned in his/her/its melancholy... Every year at similar time, I nearly locked egoistically myself in my sadness and my grief in... Reclusive in my thoughts, I thought about my own children, forgetting the millions of others that them, don't have anything anymore... Today, I had like a discharge for my small protégé... a stimulation!... Here is... On the whole, it is for that that I called....

He/it is not able to some anymore. The end of his/her/its sentence is punctuated by a violent grief. He/it collapses on the table, the head put on his/her/its forearms. Brutus the first, surround him the shoulders of his/her/its sinewy arm. With his/her/its other hand, tenderly, he/it caresses him hairs. Him also, like all people present at this instant, cannot contain his/her/its emotion. He/it knows Zorro since more of ten years. Every year, it is the same downfall, the same rip. Ever, he/it won't be able to forget the pictures of his/her/its children when they were small, to age precisely of this black child.

The CB enthusiast, who had just asked the question, feels lost. If he/it could have calculated similar reaction, he/it would have avoided well to ask his/her/its question. The smile that addresses him the friend of Zorro, reassure it. The two men look at themselves and understand themselves. The fact to free the too full of emotion, will only make the good to Zorro. Because Brutus knows it, when he is in such a state of fold on himself, his/her/its friend is capable to become a monster. The anecdotes don't miss to this topic! Is better to let him the opportunity to expand. In good father could say one, Brutus tightens Zorro against him. He/it wedges his/its head against the one of his/her/its pal, and remain silent some instants. In his/her/its eyes, one can read all the bitterness that he/it feels. A feeling of revolt, facing this injustice.

So Zorro forgave to ex - woman sound, Brutus him, is angry at him to death. To make stand his/her/its friend, it make stand it him. Not having the generosity of cSur of Zorro, he/it ignores all of the Zen, of which they so often speak together. The only thing that he/it keeps, it is the abject and infamous behavior of this " cod " as he/it calls it! Non happy to have lain down with the half of the city of the time where they were married, she/it pulled herself/itself with their savings and... one of his/her/its jules! Without speaking of the innumerable debts, that Zorro has to mop it only, for lack of to count on the fairness of the justice.

he/it can Never, get the care of his/her/its children. In spite of a judgment of divorce yet explicit, this girl always managed to forbid him to see his/her/its children. No complaint for non presentation of children didn't succeed. Lasting close to ten years, Zorro struggled in the middle of this indifference and this contempt. The flagrant iniquity of the justice overcame it. How does to fight against a woman lend to all, to reduce his/her/its ex - husband to the silence? While he/it fought to survive, she/it, in all impunity, enjoyed kindness of the stolen money. Lasting close to ten years of marriage, day after day, she/it had diverted the hundreds of thousands of francs. With the complicity of a friend of their couple she/it made essentially, cash the checks by his/her/its extra; the checks that had to serve to pay for the commissions!

While reliving the painful moments, lived by his/her/its friend, and to see it in this state today at some hours of the Christmas Eve, increase his/her/its wrath again. If he/it held this viper, he/it would make some the flesh to sausage. He/it doesn't value what Zorro penetrates too far in his/her/its depresses. It is for this reason that he/it speaks to him, with an extraordinary sweetness,:

- to Go my big... One is going to throw itself/themselves a behind of it puts a tie it, history to put back us in shape... Then, one will be going to look for it your fellow!... One succeeded in localizing the address!... To go... Wipe your eyes y'a your foundation that clears off!...

Still the word to laugh. Very quickly, Zorro straightens itself. The eyes blush by the tears, make pain to see. Taking a handkerchief of his/her/its pocket, he/it wipes himself/itself the face before blowing. Then, expiring two or three times noisily in hitch, he/it shakes the head in all senses. The grief is once again, thanks to his/her/its Brutus friend, forgotten. The two men look tenderly at themselves. Brutus smiles him while tapping him the rear of the head. Then, of an usual gesture and circumstance, he/it orders two aperitifs. Do the emotions give hunger after all, this is not? As much to get fresh supplies and to have the very garnished stomach, to face the continuation of the operation!

A good meal, do never begin without a good old pastis! It is precisely what the waitress is placing on the table owing the two men:

- Thank you my chick... You will serve a glass to all our friends and you will put the note on my account... OK?...

- Here that will go very well... One is going to break a small crust before leaving... In your Zorro health... And... To the health of your future partner!...

Mechanically, nearly of a gesture reflex, Zorro raises his/her/its glass that comes to come up against the one of his/her/its friend. The two accomplices smile himself. The clouds vanish, the good mood comes back in the room of the café that immediately, recover his/her/its usual animation.

Before the Baroness's property, a particular crowd intrigues somewhat the resident. Usually quiet and restful, the place becomes sudden very animate and loud. Brutus in head, the truck drivers, the deliverers, the CB enthusiasts... Everybody is there! Trucks, cars, motorcycles, the concentration is at the very least unaccustomed. According to the well stocked information, the villa where must be the orphan kid is well the one before which they are. Amused, the happy lads look at the small grandmas behind their tiles. So long as there is not a who of it calls the cops, believing in a riot? This possibility is not to exclude. It is for this reason that Brutus, with his/her/its characteristic sweetness, applies to its friends:

- YOUR MUZZLES!!!... A little silence messes up!... One would believe itself before a ministry claiming!... If one does the whorehouse, one will finish at the hole!... Stop all radios then, the stations and put it low...

Mieux is worth to appear prudent that is true; Brutus is right. After being himself enquéri of the authenticity of the address, he/it asks his/its friends to move away of the portal. Only with Zorro, they are going to tempt to make itself/themselves open the portal. The two men, approach on duty of the station:

- Hello the kids!... Does one come to see so by chance, that is here that our boyfriend is?... A black kid... Who has been taken in charge by a thick limousine in city...

- Excuse me gentlemen, but I cannot bother really Mrs. the Baroness at present!... Let me your coordinates... We will inform subsequently!...

- Hey... Hole of the ass!... I give you three seconds for bigophonez to the bourgeois... Past this delay, I make you eat greedily your bean's cap!...

- Calm you Brutus... The strong manner won't serve us to anything... Do you forget the other bodyguards?... According to the biker, they are rather strong!...

At the same instant, judging that the situation represents a danger, the firm station chief the portal. At the same time, that he/it throws a silent alert, so that his/her/its colleagues come in reinforcement. What doesn't fail to irritate Brutus that smells like mustard to go up him to the nose. The arrival of the bodyguards, made stir his/her/its desire only all to demolish. Endowed with a Herculean strength, he/it is capable to him only, to separate the grids of the portal. What he/it has a good time to make besides, to the general stupefaction.

The news spilled like a trail of powder. Because this time, behind every window, the inhabitants follow the stage with a lot of concern. Of as much as Brutus, has just separated the two bars! The bodyguards don't lead of it large of the all. They have beautiful being them as built in the rock, they realize that the truck driver is provided of an incredible strength! Some seconds go by during which the men observe themselves on all sides, silent. Is it necessary to alert the policemen? It is the dilemma. Because, respecting the established conventions between Mr. the Baron and police's strengths, except major danger, these last won't intervene. What makes increase the truck driver jumpiness only. Hung to the bars of the portal, he/it addresses the six gorillas, planted behind this rampart of steel,:

- Hello the girls... Who doesn't Y'en have a could come to put me of the small diapers?... Do I have make pee in my panties?...

- A good advice, pass your path... Otherwise... You expose yourselves to serious problems...

- You is all there rookie?... I leave to give you one of advice of it... and a good you can believe myself!... Either you open this prostitute of portal, or I make it jump with my chest and I put you in orbit of a hand reverse!... Is it clear or am I going to make you a drawing?...

Visibly, the guards are not impressed. The demonstration done by Brutus didn't certainly pass unobserved, but it is not as far as the waited reactions occur. What makes bring up of a spunk tension. It know the truck driver badly! Don't they want to open the portal? Too bad for them. Of a hand signal, while making U turn, he/it asks his/its friends to clear the access. There the chief of the security begins all the same, to put itself/themselves of the questions. According to all verisimilitudes, while seeing Brutus going up in his/her/its truck, he/it imagines what is going to happen. The bodyguards as besides! Okay, they are balaises, but in the face, they are not mauviettes either! Without counting that the friends of Zorro are ten more numerous times! Is better in this case, to find a compromise,:

- Gentlemen... Wait if he/it pleases you... Useless to prove your strength while demolishing the portal... I am going to call Mrs. the Baroness...

- Hey has my thick baby well... You are hard to understand but when you want you arrive there!...

Brutus comes down from his/her/its cabin. While joining Zorro, that had remained on duty close to the station, he/it makes him a wink of Sil. The two men smile himself. Did they win the part? While waiting, the chief of station is in full conversation with his/her/its interlocutor. The discussion eternalizes itself, for the biggest regret of the friends of the small orphan. However, in spite of a manifest impatience, they want to show evidence of patience. The chief hangs up the compound on duty and approach from Zorro and his/her/its friend:

- Good... Mrs. the Baroness accepts to receive you gentlemen... But... Useless to enter in strength and especially, all together!...

- No problem my doe... One is going to go there all two with Zorro... Me I will remain outside... Don't have you of worry to make you my cute...

In a characteristic noise, waste it electric frees the lock of the small portal, that opens up before the two men. While penetrating within the property, Brutus stops a brief instant before the bodyguard with which he had had some words in a little while. The two men stare themselves during some seconds. This time, the boasting guard doesn't lead of it large! While seeing besides near the face chiseled of the truck driver, he/it badly sees himself/itself trying to face it! Zorro is not anxious to compromise their odds, and pull his/her/its friend by the sleeve:

- to Go... Come... You will adjust your accounts when we will have taken my small buddy...

OUF!... The storm passed. The gorilla joins his/her/its partners and go up in the first car. Zorro and Brutus prefers to walk. They are boorish, hard to the labor, but nevertheless very sensitive. The fight that they lead is the proof of it. For as much, they don't remain indifferent to the beauty of the park that they are browsing. In his/her/its heart of hearts, Zorro is putting itself/themselves some questions about the orphan. Would not his/her/its place be after all, better here? What life will he/it offer to his/her/its protégé? So indeed, the people who collected it are human and very generous, it is ready to make this sacrifice. A light to smile splits sudden the features tensed of his/her/its face. He/it imagines the small orphan, undermined like a prince... More that some meters, before being to the feet of the well-off villa.

The two men mark a stop to the low of the main staircase. Obeying the given orders, them waiting that the headwaiter comes to take them in charge. So much protocol! So near of the goal they take their pain however, in patience. The cSur of Zorro beats the chamade. Touched, he/it is filled at the same time with happiness. This time, the small mate won't flee anymore. The retiring of his/her/its temporary dreaming, the valet asks them to really want to follow them:

- If these gentlemen want to give itself/themselves the pain to enter... Mrs. the Baroness is going to receive these gentlemen...

Brutus wants to explode to laugh. It is stronger than he, he/it will never, support these bows and the manners of the big world. It is for the good reason today, then... Preceding his/her/its hosts, the servant driven them inside an immense lounge. The luxury, the wealth of the decoration and the furniture, lets them aghast. It is the first time of their existence, that they have all two the opportunity to penetrate in a villa of masters! Useless to hide it, they are impressed. One he/it would be to less that is certain. Refusing to sit down, they greet the loufiat that immediately disappears behind an immense glazed door. The waiting begins. Fortunately, the diversity of the pictures, sculptures and other trinkets, allow them not to lose patience. So much wealths! It is bewildering. To say that during this time, the millions of individuals cry not to have would be that that a piece of bread to feed their family! They are at the antipodes of that that they coast to length of day.

Ébahis, purified, they are interrupted in their meditation by the arrival of Mrs. the Baroness. Very elegant, she/it lets them without voice. Following his/her/its faithful mate, she/it approaches slowly of the two men that very quickly, understand that she/it is blind. There, they feel each an intense hindrance moment. In their look, one can read the deep respect all at once, as much as a certain embarrassment. Strength is to note however, that nothing in their attitude, is not susceptible to create a climate of mistrust. There, it is his/her/its dog's guides that The Baroness trusts. If he/it pursues his/its road without marking the least hesitation, she/it knows that she/it can have confidence. Well more that his/her/its own eyes, this marvelous Labrador is before all his/her/its insurance life. She/it arrives to some centimeters of the two associates:

- That is worth me the honor of this visit... Charm, but... somewhat agitated gentlemen?...

- Ben... My homages lady... With my friend, we came to take news of this small black child...

- TO your voice, I imagine than you who is the truck driver defended it?... This cherub told me everything...

Pire that a hen owing a toothbrush, Zorro and Brutus doesn't know what to do to help the Baroness to get settled. They marveled to see with what easiness the woman moves. After having designated them the armchairs that are destined them, she/it sits down with a lot of grace. The dog immediately stands before her, lying on his/her/its feet. As she/it specifies it to his/her/its guests, while caressing his/her/its mate lovingly, to feel it quiet and serene brings him the confidence and the tranquillity required. Before starting the interview, the Baroness sounds to make come the headwaiter who immediately appears:

After what, the conversation can begin. She/it follows with a certain emotion the narration of Zorro, relative to his/her/its interest for the orphan. Same Brutus, yet accustomed, has difficulty containing his/her/its tears. Of HAS to Z, the historic of his/her/its friend's life is unveiled to the Baroness. Point by point, every stage of his/her/its cruel separation with his/her/its children is exposed. The arrival of the drinks, interrupts some instants the narration of this outstanding journey. Again only with the Baroness and Brutus, Zorro can take its history. Every strong, painful and pathetic moment, drag a reaction at the Baroness. The tears are not far. Upset, touched, she/it quite understands little this truck driver gait plain. Very quickly, after these moments of quick emotion, some agreements passed.

Some hours later, as agreed with Mrs. the Baroness, Zorro and Brutuses are with their friends in the small café. Undermined like God, they make themselves share a room by their buddies:

- Hey well my old!... Did you see that, as they are dressed our two heroes?...

- Then like that you release us?... You prefer to be going to celebrate at " Mrs. the Baroness "... As they are cabbages our two princes!...

- That is it the guys... Our national Zorro is in love!... To when the marriages?...

- Stops... Stupid!... To thank you all, to have participated in the operation " December " 24... represent yourselves that it is her that offers you the menu tonight and tomorrow!... Believe me, you are not going to regret to have been as friendly with my small protégé!...

There, each has difficulty containing his/her/its emotion. Of as much as the boss of the bar, has just announced rightly the menus for tonight and tomorrow: foie gras, salmon, caviar, oysters... Champagne to gogo... In short, of what to modify the initial projects conspicuously! As they make it every year, all bachelors of the road, with their pals who are stuck for the feasts, share the menus of the Christmas Eve and Christmas day. Certainly, they didn't usually die of hunger. However, in relation to what is announced today, it is the day and the night!

Since The Baroness wished it, it is therefore a first bottle of champagne that is open, to toast to his/her/its health. While his/her/its friends begin to show their pleasure and their happiness, Zorro isolates itself some instants in a deep meditation. Each knows it, he/it has really hurry to tighten against him the small orphan. In some minutes, far from the ambient uproar, he/it really not relives every second of this day as the other. The pursuits, the hustles, but especially, these privileged instants when he/it held this child martyr in his/her/its arms. The few present women, invited them also to the feast, are softened to see it as romantic. No one wants to interrupt these instants of sentimental dreaming.

Toward twenty hours, as agreed, the Baroness's limousine immobilizes itself before the bar. There, the minutes that follow are shattering. While greeting his/her/its friends, Zorro cannot conceal its happiness. One of the girls, while kissing it, cannot stop from wishing him good luck:

Émus, the tears to the eyes, the charming brunette comes with her friend until the limousine, where waited them the driver. There, same Brutus feels to push some wings. The driver opens him the door while withdrawing sensible well his/her/its cap! Then it is to the tour of Zorro that, once again, feel a non hidden pleasure to exchange a to offer to kiss with his/her/its friend. Would there be snake in the grass between the two young people? In their languishing looks, he/it is incontestable that one can read something else there that a simple desire! However that may be, installed once in the luxurious car, he/it looks at it with again more of tenderness.

During the whole journey, Zorro and Brutuses are silent. It is the first time that they are going to spend the Christmas Eve elsewhere that in their café fetish. Yet, it is not so much the dislocates, honors or the tips, that upset them. It is well to recover the small orphan finally! The road will never have been as long! Very quickly however, the limousine approaches the last line right. More that a few hundreds of meters, before penetrating in the property.

To the station on duty, while seeing Brutus and Zorro in the car, the chief of station lets escape a friendly smile. The history of Zorro already made the tour of the district. His/her/its adventure, it is also and above all, the one of the Baroness. Of a manner accomplice, the bodyguards even found a title to this tale marvelous of Christmas: " The blind Woman... and the Black child!... " It say so suddenly, the climate managed between the former enemies. The limousine browses the last meters, before immobilizing itself/themselves before stairs. This time, these are the servants who come to open the doors gracefully in Zorro and Brutus:

You speak Charles! And how!... Which is the touched? Zorro, who is going to recover his/her/its boyfriend, or Brutus, happy to see his to the angels? Still is him that they climb the marches with a lightness and an outstanding grace. Very quickly, they arrive inside. This time, Zorro has difficulty indeed swallowing his/her/its saliva. It is exactly if his/her/its legs arrive to the supporter. Since this second, he/it only has a thing in the mind, to tighten his/her/its mate against his/her/its cSur. Of a gesture nearly mechanical, he/it gets rid of his/her/its coat, that one of the servants takes in charge immediately. The so much waited instant is near. The cSurses beat more and more strong.

relieved once of their cumbersome clothes, the two friends fit together the step of a charming domestic. While Brutus, sudden, recovers all his/her/its lucidity while seeing the buttocks of the donzelle swinging under his/her/its eyes, Zorro as for him already imagines the stage that is going to happen in some seconds. Well far from softening to the charms of the young woman, that it is true, accentuate his/her/its déhanchement, he/it tightens very strong his/her/its jaws. More that some steps, before penetrating in the big lounge, where wait them the Baroness and his/her/its husband. The minutes are pathetic. Sudden, hardly they have cleared the doorstep of the door glazed, that his/her/its cSur nearly stops. Frozen before him, the small orphan smiles him tenderly.

Vêtu of a charming whole, costume, nSud butterfly and frock coat, he/it is simply to crunch. Zorro only sees the sparkling whiteness of his/her/its magnificent eyes hazelnuts, punctuated by the one even more vivid of his/her/its finely chiseled teeth. Zorro kneels. In the aid, the silence reigns in master. Even the Baroness, yet private of the view, farm the eyes to feel these magic instants better. She/it wants to moisten itself of these minutes of an intensity ever met and especially, to share with his/her/its friends this absolute love. Slowly, after having smiled for a long time to his/her/its small mate, Zorro spreads the arms before him, and opens them heartily. There, the orphan doesn't make himself/itself pray.

Oubliant probably, the protocol that had been recommended him, the child throws itself in the arms of the one that henceforth, will be its unique attachment in this selfish world. Immediately, underlining these exceptional reunions, a stream sparkling of tears escapes of all eyes. At the precise moment or the child tightened Zorro against him, the Baroness has been taken of a discharge way. Joining his/her/its hands, imploring The Almighty, it prays to return Him grace. Better than with its only eyes, it lives the stage with an extraordinary acuteness. The first embrace dims, to make place to one first set of embrace. Mingling their tears of happiness, the truck driver and the black child puts down with an extreme sensitivity, the kisses on the burning cheeks of the other.

Who, of the guests to the servants, is the more marked? Even the dog, greet to its manner these divine reunions. The love is to the appointment, emerging like a lightning in darkness of indifference. In some seconds, those and those that could have even some racist or xenophobic feelings, can only marvel. What revenge on the adversity! In some hours, the child's statute transformed itself. Condemn to wander like a crook, to the risk to become thereafter he, him promoted to the rank of honor guest!

HAPPY CHRISTMAS... It is this scream of the heart, moving and authentic, that The Baroness addresses to her friends, while asking that the present are brought that she was anxious to offer! Zorro, that promised and promised it to the Baroness, has an idea only in head, to make in way to cover joys very quickly that a dad also, has the right to savor. Far from thinking egoistically about this revenge on the destiny, it dreams nevertheless to its own children that, since these long years, continue to miss him. Thanks to its orphan's hero, the love that it could not offer them, it be able to finally make benefit a child of it. It is there for him, most beautiful gift of Christmas!...

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