Marzia exit from the study was very upset. She did not like to quarrel with his father. She did not like because his father had always been affectionate with her and everything she thought or did was always dedicated to the welfare of her. This March he knew it. However, the possibility of understanding with its father was poor: he wished that his daughter would transform its partial association with his law firm in real passion, and then in future career. Yes, the desire of his father, prominent lawyer in town, was precisely to give up, one day, everything to her daughter. But she had other ambitions, other desires, other passions. A Marzia like to play and there's no way to keep an aspiring musician sitting at a table all day to study trial papers. Therefore, despite the strong emotional relationship that bound father and daughter, often quarrels were inevitable. That evening, however, the words had gone beyond the normal debate. Marzia had shouted, he said "egos!" his father at the top of his voice . And he, in front of those screaming so precise, so calculated, had given a crash, he sat in his chair broken. And so it was left, his face growing darker. Marzia was understood to have exaggerated, but at the time the anger was stronger than any reasoning. But then, out of the study, the guilt they had invaded. Got home had only one thought: to return to study and to apologize to his father. But just as he was to go out and get in the car, had reached a phone call from his mother. Some had waited for his father in the study and had killed with sticks. The newspapers had banner headlines around "known criminal killed with sticks: mafia or retaliation?". For Marc it was only pain. And a sense of guilt that would accomompagnata forever.
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