Leopold is sleeping, and John?

It was a nice day, some first birds had came back in our town. This Sunday, he was watching the same eternal  religious' row that went to Church. Because the last day weather had been cold and unpleasant, the majority parishioner  dressed coats and scarves. Little boys felt the arrival of their freedom after a hard months where they had lived more or less in their house. Men told about football and they also explained the last politic decisions; women told about last actions in the royal family and both, they spoken about the last idle gossip in their  neighborhood, that reckless young that had been a fateful accident. Later, like that was an excuse, they had started to speak about his family and their bad actions. Everyone knew something about this family; it had been the same conversation if they wouldn't had seen that car; they had stopped in a zebra crossing; there, people saw a wonderful car, behind the driver a young couple kissed themselves. She was the major, but, that man??, he wasn't dark-haired as her husband !. Two minutes later, at the Church's door she, with sad face, explained that her brother should go far away to develop a important project for our country and maybe he was long for, at least, six months.  No far away, a man, in low voice, told them that he knew her family, this hadn't a boy.

A blond child walked slowly in opposite sense, he was unhappy, he didn't understand why he was so different, the last days, he was near other boys but he'd understand that would be dangerous, it would be funny, but he had alway listened to some adults about the big problems; but he was so sad, so alone.

Then he took a decision, he turn right to go with that people. This time would be the first to come in the Church, maybe then he could understand why their schools was si wonderful and friendly. His new high school, sometime, looked so sad, so poor.

John had began the last January to write a new history in that little town. The last roman about Leopold had been an incredible success. It was the history of a dancer who came out far his town because the conditions and the gossips about his habits and his family were inhumans and heartless.

He had lived an endless night with that insatiable women. They had been talking for hours in that writer meeting and she showed him her knowledge about that distant writer. He didn't think about other question when she liked read some special hidden pages in the Leopold' book.

This morning, he had seen the dancer's face in that solitary boy. He asked the driver to stop, he descended and  there, he understood some things about the woman, but that child, why he was near her?, It would be the dance?, why that solitary blond fair-haired young looked for that chestnut woman?