After about an hour Mr. Williams was already back home. When he entered, the lady ran "Oh there you are at last! Where have two hours that you are gone do you know you've done? Did you forget your phone at home! Now the room is cold! "
" Sorry darling ... "Mr. Williams said in a tone a bit 'pleading" ... but I found a highly significant and are to report progress by Theodore ... now eat and tell you everything. " The two had lunch and told Williams everything to his wife "... so I concluded that this night I will guard the bag and wait for our man is made alive, who do you think?"
"Well ... if you feel ... but you would not want to use the gun?"
"No I do not think, however, in an emergency is better than taking a hand that you never know, but I promise that I will do everything to avoid having to use or how much less threatening to shoot! Believe me, "he said taking her hand, caressing it with his thumb.
Mrs. Williams sighed resignedly.
Calò night. "Then I go to bed, I would recommend careful and be cautious, I do not think be able to sleep and do not scruple to call you, "said Mrs. visibly worried," Please be careful! "
" You're quiet, but unless your name is not me, no matter what you do not do anything. Do not worry, ok? "
" Ok "said increasingly concerned and in a voice trembling as if he were about to cry. He ran upstairs, into the bedroom to avoid her husband to worry unnecessarily.
Mr. Williams sat in the chair in the living room coffee table in the backpack and placed it in front of him. He had also prepared a thermos full of coffee. After about an hour he poured a cup of coffee but noticed a trembling hand on the voltage, so he decided to fix it "just this cup, just to calm down a bit''he thought. A few minutes after drinking the cup crashed into a deep sleep.
He dreamed of being a thief, not a thief any he dreamed of being the thief that had to fit precisely. In his dream, Mr. Williams entered his house to the kitchen window overlooking the rear of the house, went into the hallway and passed through the door at the bottom of it, the cellar door . He took the backpack and went out to where it was entered. Outside there was a slight haze and the road was lit up from some lamp posts scattered throughout the country. Mr. Williams, well, the thief who dreamed of being, after going through the back gardens of some houses left in the street where he went quietly and peacefully for several blocks. On the streets there was no one but he did not give the same eye, in part because it was extremely quiet, in part because it uses portions of the road is not lit, and partly because by now everyone was asleep for a while '. At one point he went on the back of a house across the garden, climbed over the fence easily, and found himself on the back of the house next door, silently opened the window and went inside. It was in the kitchen, the dark, closed the window behind him and moved groping. He put his hand on an object a bit 'particular, sting a bit ', probably a fork, opened the bag and threw it inside. He went to the adjacent room, still moving very cautiously, but this room was slightly illuminated by light of a lamppost in the street filtering through the blinds, went to the table but found nothing. We then headed towards the living room window to get out, stumbled on a pair of slippers, outlets, and put them in his backpack. Also took a cactus plant that stood on the windowsill. It was getting late and heard noises from the street parallel. He left the house through the window and ran to his house, but before you get stopped at a dumpster, emptied the bag and ran home. When he was the house opened the window in the living room threw the backpack on the table and ran away disappearing into the darkness. At this point Mr. Williams awoke suddenly.
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