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Monday, October 1, 2007
An insistent knock on the door. The old lady walks across the living room of the old house with difficulty, to open the door. As she opens it she sees a big man, almost twice her size, smiling at her expectantly.
-Auntie... he says.
-What?
-It's me, Auntie.
-You! she exclaims.
But then she realizes she doesn't know who he is.
-Who are you?
-Don't you recognize me, Auntie?
The old lady examines the man carefully. Then says:
-It can't be!
She stumbles backwards, afraid. She repetes:
-It can't be, it can't be!
She comes back to the door and says:
-It really can't be. He's dead. Who are you?
-Think about it, Auntie. You really liked me a lot.
-Yes?
-I was the most important thing in your life. You took care of me, fed me, bathed me...
-Yes, I'm starting to remember...
-One day I disappeared and never returned. But now I'm back.
-You're back. Oh, Rex!
-Rex?
-My dog, Rex. My little fluffy. My passion. You're back!
-No, Auntie. I'm not Rex.
-Then who are you?
-Auntie, get ready. I'm...Walter!
-No!
-Yes!
-NO!
-Yes, Auntie. Yes!
-I DON'T KNOW ANYONE NAMED WALTER!
-You're favorite nephew. You raised me. Try to remember, Auntie.
-I didn't raise no nephew. And definitely none named Walter.
-Are you sure?
-Certain of it. I've always lived here, alone.
-This isn't house 201?
-No. It's 2001.
-Damn. My bad. Look, I'm really sorry about this.
-It's ok.
The old lady shut the door. After a few seconds, there was another knock. She opened it. It was Walter.
-Listen... he said.
-What?
-You really never had a nephew by the name of Walter?
-Never.
-And... would you like one?
-Well...
-It's just that 201 is so far. Since you live alone...
-Ok, she agreed. Come in.
But she immediately warned him:
-I'm not bathing you, though.
