It was raining. For five days almost without interruption. Clouds were sad and tired over the country and seemed willing to make the rule of the sun finally forgetting. Willig seemed everything in a drab, gray infinity of falling wet dissolve. Just as they want to clear all the residents including their dirty sins.
With good will he heard the crunching under his boot soles. In short, he enjoyed it, to have laid the cobbled path. Val slowly pulled out the end of his cloak under the heavy wooden basket filled, put it as a rain cover over it and pulled it behind her. Why is it that happened each time, asked his face. Just steps ranged from Store and house.
He threw the logs into a steel door heard with pleasure, a metallic click, the door was shut.
The rain drummed on the staccato against the windows of his little house, which was expressed at the end of the village and on the edge of the forest against a hillside. Inside, his wife Val looked thoughtfully at the window of the poorly ventilated, dimly lit room available. She looked into the cloud-shrouded world outside and watched the herankriechenden fog. He saw her shudder and withdraw its blanket closer around her. He knew exactly what she was thinking about this season. He did not like it so tormented and he hated that they each thought it idly wasted.
"It's almost over." With a cheek kiss Val conjured a smile to the freezing. Not a scenic picture would have given it, as she stood there, sprinkled behind the window. A few drops, it seemed, wanted to caress her face and cost of their velvety skin. If she had the look but only from the outside can be, with closed eyes and the resolute face. A strand swung merrily as she nodded a few times. "The question is, will go ahead as it" rose from under her closed eyes. Val operated an inconspicuous lever near the door, announced "We are good about it, "returned and she began a broad smile." You grin now slyly, does not it? "Then he laughed softly and counted up counting with the index finger on the door, the five-clicking and shifting results of its lever pressure off." I am going to below. "she whispered seductively, and woke up formally," We have to do - "she added, he winked," ... and because it is warmer "They agreed on a promise of his eyes and turned
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Actually, there was always plenty to do in this time of year and Val loved to sit next to his wife to watch her nimble fingers when carrying out their work and the equipment for the spring wieder in Ordnung zu bringen. Im Hintergrund konnte er das prasseln des Ofens hören, das Schnurren der Katze, die sich auf den heißen Sims gelegt hatte und weit entfernt vernahm er das Rütteln und Kratzen des Wintersturmes an seinem beschwipsten Haus. Val hatte es sich zur Gewohnheit gemacht, ihr während dieser Stunden all den Klatsch und Tratsch aus dem Dorf zu erzählen und beide schwelgten in ihren Erinnerungen an die vergangenen Sommer. "Erinnerst du dich, wie wir uns kennengelernt haben?" Seine Frau blickte ihn auffordernd an. Sie strich sich die neckende Strähne aus dem Gesicht.
"Klar wie könnt ich das vergessen! Sie haben übrigens immer noch keine Ahnung, ja, ganz sicher. Die meisten hier sind kaum in der able to play, they are more outspoken. We are regarded as strange, but interesting. "
changed under her house, the appearance of something. Was the basement dark and stony, as this would have a casual visitor can see and want. Was it quite unusual enough in such buildings, even a cellar to have, it would be an unsettling surprise to find a kind of second home. To prevent this, found themselves carefully hidden entrances, together with a small wine cellar, along with storage and many other exciting chambers. To the hideout as illogical to install, it was not next to, but below the basement. Who would with a trap door expect in a basement? No one.
My knitting is good? " Val took out a notebook. "Your Knitting mean ... you think this is over it or under it?" She laughed through her nose and scratched threatening to their needles. "Well, well, have already understood," he sighed ironically. "Your dexterity is felt to be impressive. Perhaps we should shut down the complexity a bit. The approach to the circular style has become so successful." Vals woman took the gossip on the information readily and recovered following a familiar pattern.
"All life is a pattern, mister." She drew teasing from his waistband. Both smiled at each other. She went back to the Work. "We change the algorithm. The machine knits alternating right-and linksrum. A sample of your work for next week will be made only in half, then it is up to the event that company comes."
It remained in the collusion. Maintaining an inconspicuous existence was important, but could only be a small part of their time. They had enough to do and this double life proved to be planning and innovation-intensive.
Under the chatter and clicking of the machine let his gaze wander Val by the second house. He felt safe and secure so deeply true to the event. If he thought about it, he had just noticed it all along. He was different from the others and now no longer afraid to live out there. Long he had had to exercise his own secret passion. Then he met Fabian.
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