Q\u00ebndroja n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e err\u00ebt t\u00eb magazin\u00ebs s\u00eb \u201cThe Golden Oak\u201d, e mbushur me arom\u00eb pastruesish industrial\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa shtr\u00ebngoja p\u00ebrpar\u00ebsen e zez\u00eb, t\u00eb fort\u00eb, rreth belit tim. P\u00eblhura e trash\u00eb m\u00eb g\u00ebrryente gishtat \u2014 nj\u00eb kontrast i ashp\u00ebr me m\u00ebndafshin elegant q\u00eb, n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb normale, do t\u00eb duhej t\u00eb kisha veshur at\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb mosh\u00ebn gjasht\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e dy vje\u00e7, nuk do ta kisha imagjinuar kurr\u00eb veten duke u futur n\u00eb uniform\u00ebn e nj\u00eb kamerieri anonim, e fshehur pas syzeve t\u00eb leximit me korniz\u00eb t\u00eb trash\u00eb dhe flok\u00ebve t\u00eb lidhura fort n\u00eb nj\u00eb bisht t\u00eb ul\u00ebt. Ndihesha qesharake. Ndihesha e tmerruar. Por kur je i shtyr\u00eb drejt qoshes, b\u00ebn gj\u00ebra q\u00eb nuk i kishe menduar kurr\u00eb. Dhe jeta ime kishte arritur pik\u00ebrisht aty.<\/p>\n
At\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje ishte festa e daljes n\u00eb pension t\u00eb bashk\u00ebshortit tim \u2014 dyzet vite sh\u00ebrbim n\u00eb Henderson & Associates \u2014 dhe emri im nuk figuroi askund n\u00eb list\u00ebn e t\u00eb ftuarve.<\/p>\n
Burri me t\u00eb cilin kisha ndar\u00eb tridhjet\u00eb e tet\u00eb vite jete nuk m\u00eb kishte p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb n\u00eb ngjarjen m\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsishme t\u00eb karrier\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. Richardi ma kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb me at\u00eb shprehjen e tij t\u00eb ushtruar t\u00eb keqardhjes, se drejtuesit e kompanis\u00eb kishin vendosur q\u00eb eventi t\u00eb ishte \u201cvet\u00ebm p\u00ebr stafin\u201d. Nj\u00eb mbledhje serioze, formale, p\u00ebr t\u00eb diskutuar kalimin e p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsive. Pa bashk\u00ebshort\u00eb. Pa nd\u00ebrhyrje emocionale.<\/p>\n
Fillimisht e besova. Pse t\u00eb mos e b\u00ebja? Kishim nd\u00ebrtuar gjith\u00e7ka s\u00eb bashku, hap pas hapi. Kishim rritur dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb, kishim kaluar vitet e v\u00ebshtira duke mbijetuar me makarona pes\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb jav\u00eb dhe kishim shijuar vitet e boll\u00ebkut kur parat\u00eb nuk mungonin. Gjithmon\u00eb e kisha par\u00eb veten si pjes\u00eb t\u00eb ekipit.<\/p>\n
Por tre jav\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa po varja xhaket\u00ebn e tij ngjyr\u00eb qymyri, gjeta nj\u00eb fatur\u00eb t\u00eb palosur n\u00eb xhepin e brendsh\u00ebm. Ishte nga Van Cleef & Arpels \u2014 nj\u00eb byzylyk tenisi me diamant.<\/p>\n
\u00c7mimi: 8,200 dollar\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb nuk zot\u00ebroja nj\u00eb byzylyk t\u00eb till\u00eb. P\u00ebrvjetori yn\u00eb kishte kaluar n\u00eb tetor, pa asgj\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se nj\u00eb kartolin\u00eb standarde dhe nj\u00eb dark\u00eb n\u00eb restorantin ton\u00eb t\u00eb zakonsh\u00ebm italian. Krishtlindjet kishin kaluar. Po ashtu edhe dit\u00eblindja ime.<\/p>\n
Pra, kush e mbante n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhurat\u00ebn tet\u00ebmij\u00eb dollar\u00ebshe t\u00eb burrit tim?<\/p>\n
P\u00ebrtej der\u00ebs s\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb metalike, restoranti gum\u00ebzhinte nga zhurma e fest\u00ebs. D\u00ebgjoja p\u00ebrplasjen e gotave t\u00eb kristalt\u00eb dhe murmurim\u00ebn e bisedave luksoze. Mora frym\u00eb thell\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb frenuar t\u00eb p\u00ebrzierat q\u00eb m\u00eb shtr\u00ebngonin stomakun dhe dola nga dhoma e magazin\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
Salla e madhe ishte e ndri\u00e7uar nga drita t\u00eb im\u00ebta si yje dhe e zbukuruar me tr\u00ebndafila t\u00eb bardh\u00eb. Ajri mbante arom\u00eb salcash t\u00eb shtrenjta dhe parfumi. Mbajta kok\u00ebn posht\u00eb, shtr\u00ebngova tabakan\u00eb prej argjendi me shishe shampanje dhe u bashkova me rrjedh\u00ebn e kamerier\u00ebve.<\/p>\n
Njihja shum\u00eb prej fytyrave. I kisha par\u00eb p\u00ebr dekada n\u00eb piknik\u00eb kompanie dhe festa fundviti. Ja ku ishte Tom Bradley, shoku i golfit i Richardit, duke qeshur me z\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb pran\u00eb banakut. Ja edhe Susan Chen nga financat, elegante n\u00eb nj\u00eb fustan smeraldi.<\/p>\n
Dhe n\u00eb qend\u00ebr t\u00eb sall\u00ebs \u2014 burri im.<\/p>\n
Richardi dukej m\u00eb mir\u00eb sesa duhej t\u00eb dukej nj\u00eb burr\u00eb gjasht\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e pes\u00eb vje\u00e7. Flok\u00ebt e tij gri ishin krehur me p\u00ebrpik\u00ebri, l\u00ebkura e nxir\u00eb nga fundjavat n\u00eb fushat e golfit. Ai po qeshte \u2014 ajo e qeshur e thell\u00eb, e plot\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb mbushte gjoksin. Nj\u00eb e qeshur q\u00eb nuk e kisha d\u00ebgjuar t\u00eb drejtuar ndaj meje prej muajsh.<\/p>\n
Duart m\u00eb dridheshin dhe gotat e shampanj\u00ebs p\u00ebrplaseshin leht\u00eb mes tyre. U p\u00ebrqendrova t\u00eb qet\u00ebsohesha. Kisha ushtruar. Kisha par\u00eb video t\u00eb panum\u00ebrta mbi sh\u00ebrbimin korrekt deri pas mesnate. Nuk do ta zbuloja veten p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb nervozizmit.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me, miss.\u201d<\/p>\n
U ngriva. U ktheva ngadal\u00eb. Tom Bradley po k\u00ebrkonte nj\u00eb pije. M\u00eb shikoi drejt n\u00eb sy.<\/p>\n
Tridhjet\u00eb vjet. Tridhjet\u00eb vjet q\u00eb e kisha pasur n\u00eb tryez\u00ebn time, duke e pyetur p\u00ebr familjen e tij, duke i d\u00ebrguar lule kur humbi n\u00ebn\u00ebn.<\/p>\n
Ai nuk m\u00eb njohu.<\/p>\n
\u201cShampanj\u00eb?\u201d pyeti, tashm\u00eb duke k\u00ebrkuar di\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr me sy.<\/p>\n
\u201cSigurisht, zot\u00ebri,\u201d thash\u00eb me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt.<\/p>\n
Ia dhash\u00eb got\u00ebn dhe vazhdova p\u00ebrpara, e padukshme n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time. P\u00ebr ta isha thjesht sh\u00ebrbimi. P\u00ebr Richardin\u2026 \u00e7far\u00eb isha b\u00ebr\u00eb? Nj\u00eb barr\u00eb? Nj\u00eb prani e zakonshme?<\/p>\n
U afrova m\u00eb pran\u00eb tryez\u00ebs kryesore, duke shmangur nj\u00eb kamerier me fileto mignon. At\u00ebher\u00eb e pash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ajo ishte e re. Shum\u00eb e re. Ndoshta tridhjet\u00eb e pes\u00eb vje\u00e7. Flok\u00ebt bjonde si mjalt\u00eb i binin lirsh\u00ebm mbi supet e zhveshura. Fustani i saj i kuq ishte provokues, pa shpin\u00eb, i till\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebrhiqte \u00e7do shikim. Me siguri kushtonte m\u00eb shum\u00eb se buxheti im vjetor i ushqimeve.<\/p>\n
Ishte ulur dy vende larg burrit tim. Por v\u00ebshtrimi i saj\u2026 ai v\u00ebshtrim ishte i njohur. Ishte adhurim. Ishte respekt. Ishte pik\u00ebrisht ai v\u00ebshtrim q\u00eb un\u00eb i kisha dh\u00ebn\u00eb Richardit kat\u00ebr dekada m\u00eb par\u00eb, kur ishte vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb kontabilist i ri me k\u00ebpuc\u00eb t\u00eb shpuara dhe \u00ebndrra t\u00eb m\u00ebdha.<\/p>\n
Kush ishte ajo? Dhe pse Richardi shmangte me ngulm shikimin e saj, duke u p\u00ebrqendruar n\u00eb pjat\u00ebn e tij sikur p\u00ebrgjigjet e jet\u00ebs t\u00eb ishin fshehur n\u00eb salc\u00eb?<\/p>\n
U pozicionova pran\u00eb nj\u00eb shtylle mermeri, mjaft af\u00ebr p\u00ebr t\u00eb d\u00ebgjuar, por mjaftuesh\u00ebm n\u00eb hije p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos u v\u00ebn\u00eb re.<\/p>\n
Fjalimet filluan. Tom Bradley trokiti got\u00ebn me lug\u00eb, duke e prer\u00eb zhurm\u00ebn.<\/p>\n
\u201cZonja dhe zot\u00ebrinj,\u201d tha ai me z\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb, \u201cjemi k\u00ebtu p\u00ebr t\u00eb nderuar nj\u00eb legjend\u00eb.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ai renditi arritjet e Richardit \u2014 bashkimin e vitit 2008, statistikat e mbajtjes s\u00eb klient\u00ebve q\u00eb ishin b\u00ebr\u00eb legjend\u00eb n\u00eb industri. Richardi buz\u00ebqeshi me p\u00ebrul\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n
\u201cDhe gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb k\u00ebtyre viteve,\u201d vazhdoi Tomi, duke ngritur got\u00ebn, \u201cRichardi nuk ka qen\u00eb vet\u00ebm koleg, por mik, mentor\u2026 dhe tani di\u00e7ka edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhmen e firm\u00ebs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zemra m\u00eb ra n\u00eb fund.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard,\u201d vazhdoi ai, \u201cjemi t\u00eb lumtur t\u00eb njoftojm\u00eb se edhe pas pensionimit, do t\u00eb q\u00ebndrosh si konsulent special p\u00ebr partneren ton\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb re.\u201d Ai b\u00ebri me dor\u00eb nga gruaja bjonde. \u201cJu prezantojm\u00eb Victoria Sinclair, e cila do t\u00eb marr\u00eb pozicionin e Richardit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Duartrokitjet shp\u00ebrthyen. Victoria u ngrit, buz\u00ebqeshi me vet\u00ebbesim dhe iu afrua podiumit.<\/p>\n
Nd\u00ebrsa kaloi pran\u00eb Richardit, dora e saj preku shpatull\u00ebn e tij.<\/p>\n
Prekja ishte e shkurt\u00ebr. Por un\u00eb e pash\u00eb. Dhe pash\u00eb edhe m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn si ai u p\u00ebrkul leht\u00eb drejt saj.<\/p>\n
\u201cFaleminderit,\u201d tha ajo n\u00eb mikrofon, me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb but\u00eb. \u201cNuk do t\u00eb isha k\u00ebtu pa udh\u00ebzimin e Richardit k\u00ebto dy vitet e fundit. Ai ka qen\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se mentor p\u00ebr mua\u2026 ka qen\u00eb frym\u00ebzimi im.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dy vjet.<\/p>\n
Dy vjet q\u00eb ai kishte punuar pran\u00eb saj. Dhe un\u00eb nuk e kisha d\u00ebgjuar kurr\u00eb emrin e saj.<\/p>\n
Vendosa tabakan\u00eb. Duart m\u00eb dridheshin aq shum\u00eb sa nuk mbaja dot asgj\u00eb. Ajri m\u00eb dukej i r\u00ebnd\u00eb, i paduruesh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n
Duhej t\u00eb dilja.<\/p>\n
Kalova p\u00ebrmes kuzhin\u00ebs dhe dola n\u00eb rrugic\u00ebn e pasme. Ajri i ftoht\u00eb i n\u00ebntorit m\u00eb goditi fytyr\u00ebn. U mb\u00ebshteta n\u00eb mur, duke marr\u00eb frym\u00eb me v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n
Dyzet vjet.<\/p>\n
Dyzet vjet q\u00eb ia kisha dh\u00ebn\u00eb atij burri. E kisha mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb nate, kisha rritur Davidin dhe Melis\u00ebn pothuajse vet\u00ebm, kisha buz\u00ebqeshur n\u00eb \u00e7do dark\u00eb kompanie dhe kisha heshtur kur puna ia merrte gjith\u00e7ka.<\/p>\n
Dhe tani po z\u00ebvend\u00ebsohesha.<\/p>\n
Telefoni m\u00eb vibroi. Nj\u00eb mesazh nga Melisa.<\/p>\n
E lexova. Ai i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb vajz\u00ebs son\u00eb se nuk ndihesha mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr g\u00ebnjesht\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
Eca drejt der\u00ebs s\u00eb \u00e7elikut. Mund t\u00eb largohesha. Por nuk kisha mbaruar.<\/p>\n
Nuk doja vet\u00ebm dyshime. Doja t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn.<\/p>\n
Drejtova p\u00ebrpar\u00ebsen, fshiva syt\u00eb dhe u ktheva brenda.<\/p>\n
Festa kishte kaluar tashm\u00eb n\u00eb pjes\u00ebn e saj shoq\u00ebrore. Fjalimet ishin dh\u00ebn\u00eb, muzika e but\u00eb e kuartetit t\u00eb xhazit mbushte ambientin, dhe mysafir\u00ebt p\u00ebrziheshin n\u00eb grupe, me gotat n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhe buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb p\u00ebrhapura.<\/p>\n
Mora nj\u00eb tabaka t\u00eb re me meze \u2014 k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb sfungjer\u00eb me gaforre \u2014 dhe ndjeva gjakun t\u00eb rifillonte t\u00eb qarkulloj\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb, sh\u00ebnjestra ime ishte e qart\u00eb.<\/p>\n
U drejtova drejt rrethit ku q\u00ebndronte Victoria. Ajo po bisedonte me nj\u00eb grup admiruesish pran\u00eb tavolin\u00ebs s\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00eblsirave \u2014 kryesisht burra me kostume elegante q\u00eb k\u00ebrkonin v\u00ebmendjen e saj. Por di\u00e7ka ra n\u00eb sy: Victoria nuk dukej e interesuar realisht n\u00eb ta. Syt\u00eb e saj shpesh ktheheshin drejt banakut, ku Richard q\u00ebndronte i vet\u00ebm, duke pir\u00eb uiski dhe duke shikuar telefonin e tij.<\/p>\n
\u00abM\u00eb falni\u00bb, thash\u00eb duke iu afruar me tabak\u00ebn. \u00abPul\u00eb me gaforre?\u00bb<\/p>\n
Victoria m\u00eb shikoi.<\/p>\n
Jo vet\u00ebm sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb p\u00ebrmes meje. Jo, ajo m\u00eb pa v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Syt\u00eb e saj, nj\u00eb jeshile e \u00e7uditshme dhe e thell\u00eb, t\u00eb ndri\u00e7uar nga nj\u00eb inteligjenc\u00eb e lodhur, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb moment m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb mendja se mund t\u00eb kishte njohur di\u00e7ka t\u00eb njohur n\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn time.<\/p>\n
Pastaj buz\u00ebqeshi. \u00abFaleminderit. Duket e shk\u00eblqyer.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Z\u00ebri i saj mbante nj\u00eb tingull t\u00eb leht\u00eb jugor \u2014 ndoshta nga Xhorxhia, ndoshta nga Karolina e Jugut.<\/p>\n
\u00abKe punuar k\u00ebtu prej koh\u00ebsh?\u00bb pyeti, duke marr\u00eb nj\u00eb pecet\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb fshir\u00eb buz\u00ebt.<\/p>\n
\u00abSapo kam filluar\u00bb, g\u00ebnjeva, duke mbajtur kok\u00ebn ulur. \u00abDo t\u00eb marr nd\u00ebrrime shtes\u00eb p\u00ebr sezonin e festave.\u00bb<\/p>\n
\u00abE kuptoj,\u00bb qeshi ajo leht\u00eb. \u00abKam sh\u00ebrbyer n\u00eb tavolina gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb kolegjit. Nuk ka pun\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb. Njer\u00ebzit t\u00eb trajtojn\u00eb si mobilje.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Nuk doja ta p\u00eblqeja. Doja ta urrja. Doja t\u00eb ishte e ftoht\u00eb dhe e nd\u00ebshkuar. Por kishte di\u00e7ka reale n\u00eb z\u00ebrin e saj, nj\u00eb ngroht\u00ebsi q\u00eb nuk p\u00ebrputhej me imazhin e shkaktuar shkat\u00ebrrues q\u00eb kisha krijuar n\u00eb mendjen time.<\/p>\n
\u00abUrime p\u00ebr ngritjen n\u00eb detyr\u00eb\u00bb, thash\u00eb, duke tentuar t\u00eb mbaja nj\u00eb ton t\u00eb qet\u00eb. \u00abDuhet t\u00eb jet\u00eb emocionuese.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Ajo psher\u00ebtiu, supet i ulen pak. \u00ab\u00cbsht\u00eb. Por edhe tmerruese.\u00bb Z\u00ebri i saj u ul, sikur t\u00eb ndante nj\u00eb sekret me nj\u00eb aleat t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb. \u00abMidis nesh? Nuk jam e sigurt n\u00ebse jam e gatshme. Por Richard beson tek un\u00eb.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Emri i tij p\u00ebrs\u00ebri.<\/p>\n
\u00abAi m\u00eb ka mb\u00ebshtetur shum\u00eb n\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka\u00bb, vazhdoi, pothuajse duke folur me vete. \u00abDivorci im, beteja p\u00ebr kujdestarin\u00eb, nisja nga e para n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb ri n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn tridhjet\u00eb e kat\u00ebr vje\u00e7. Nuk e di \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb pa t\u00eb.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Divorc. Betej\u00eb p\u00ebr kujdestarin\u00eb. Nj\u00eb histori e nd\u00ebrlikuar dhe e dhimbshme. Dhe Richardi ishte shoku dhe mb\u00ebshtet\u00ebsi i saj.<\/p>\n
\u00abDuket si nj\u00eb mentor i shk\u00eblqyer\u00bb, thash\u00eb me kujdes.<\/p>\n
\u00abI jasht\u00ebzakonsh\u00ebm.\u00bb Syt\u00eb e saj u kthyen s\u00ebrish tek Richardi, ende pran\u00eb banakut duke kontrolluar or\u00ebn. \u00abGruaja e tij \u00ebsht\u00eb me fat.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Gati sa nuk rr\u00ebzova tabak\u00ebn. Argjendi b\u00ebri zhurm\u00eb mbi unaz\u00ebn time. \u00abA\u2026 a flitet kaq shum\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb?\u00bb<\/p>\n
\u00abVazhdimisht\u00bb, buz\u00ebqeshi Victoria. \u00abMargaret kjo, Margaret ajo. Dyzet vjet martes\u00eb. Mund ta besosh? Ai thot\u00eb se ajo ishte arsyeja pse pati sukses, sepse ajo besoi tek ai kur askush tjet\u00ebr nuk besoi.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Victoria psher\u00ebtiu, nj\u00eb tingull i thjesht\u00eb, i past\u00ebr i d\u00ebshir\u00ebs. \u00ab\u00cbsht\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr, apo jo? Shpresoj nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb gjej dik\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb shikon ashtu si\u00e7 ai e sheh t\u00eb gruan e tij.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Koka ime po rrotullohej. Dhoma p\u00ebrreth saj l\u00ebvizte.<\/p>\n
Kjo nuk p\u00ebrputhej. Asnj\u00eb pjes\u00eb e k\u00ebtij rr\u00ebfimi nuk p\u00ebrputhej me versionin q\u00eb kisha nd\u00ebrtuar n\u00eb mendje. Bizhuterit\u00eb sekrete. G\u00ebnjeshtrat p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb nat\u00eb. P\u00ebrjashtimi im. N\u00ebse Victoria ishte thjesht nj\u00eb e mbrojtur q\u00eb ai lavd\u00ebronte p\u00ebr Margaret, at\u00ebher\u00eb ku ishte byzylyku? P\u00ebr k\u00eb ishte? Dhe pse po fshihesha pas uniform\u00ebs s\u00eb kamerieres?<\/p>\n
\u00abDuhet t\u00eb kthehem n\u00eb pun\u00eb\u00bb, thash\u00eb duke u t\u00ebrhequr.<\/p>\n
\u00abUrime p\u00ebrs\u00ebri\u00bb, shtova, dhe u t\u00ebrhoqa drejt kuzhin\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
U mb\u00ebshteta n\u00eb banakun prej \u00e7eliku inox, zemra rrihte fort. Ndoshta po gabohesha p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb takim. Ndoshta fatura ishte p\u00ebr dit\u00eblindjen e Melis\u00ebs? Jo, ishte n\u00eb qershor. Ndoshta nj\u00eb dhurat\u00eb tjet\u00ebr?<\/p>\n
Pse at\u00ebher\u00eb t\u00eb g\u00ebnjeja p\u00ebr sonte? Pse t\u00eb m\u00eb thuash q\u00eb bashk\u00ebshort\u00ebt nuk lejoheshin kur shikoja qart\u00eb Barbar\u00ebn \u2014 gruan e Tomit \u2014 duke ngr\u00ebn\u00eb tort\u00eb n\u00eb tavolin\u00ebn kat\u00ebr?<\/p>\n
Nxora telefonin dhe i d\u00ebrgova nj\u00eb mesazh Davidit, djalit tim q\u00eb jetonte n\u00eb Seattle. Flisnim \u00e7do jav\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb: Nj\u00eb pyetje e shpejt\u00eb. A t\u00eb dha babi ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb koh\u00ebt e fundit? Di\u00e7ka e madhe? P\u00ebr p\u00ebrvjetorin e Karenit?<\/p>\n
P\u00ebrgjigja erdhi menj\u00ebher\u00eb:<\/p>\n
Davidi: Jo. Pse? A \u00ebsht\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka n\u00eb rregull?<\/p>\n
Nuk u p\u00ebrgjigja. Nuk mundesha.<\/p>\n
Festa po p\u00ebrfundonte. Banda e xhazit po mblidhte instrumentet. E dija q\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb shans t\u00eb fundit p\u00ebr t\u2019i afrue.<\/p>\n
Shkova tek kontrolli i palltove. Punonj\u00ebsi ishte jasht\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb pushim duhani. Dola pas banakut dhe Richardi po afrohej, i vet\u00ebm.<\/p>\n
\u00abZot\u00ebri, mund t\u2019ju ndihmoj me pallton?\u00bb pyeta, z\u00ebri ulur.<\/p>\n
Ai u kthye. Syt\u00eb e tij kaluan mbi mua pa e njohur aspak. Gruan e tij prej tridhjet\u00eb e tet\u00eb vjet\u00ebsh, dhe ai nuk e pa.<\/p>\n
\u00abPo, faleminderit. Numri dyzet e shtat\u00eb.\u00bb<\/p>\n
I mora pallton dhe xhaket\u00ebn prej leshi qymyri q\u00eb ia kisha bler\u00eb p\u00ebr Krishtlindje tre vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb. Nd\u00ebrsa ia shtr\u00ebngoja dor\u00ebn, telefoni i tij u aktivizua. Hodhi nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim dhe buz\u00ebqeshi but\u00eb. Pastaj e fshehu n\u00eb xhep.<\/p>\n
\u00abNat\u00eb e madhe\u00bb, thash\u00eb, duke ruajtur anonimitetin. \u00abPension. Momenti juaj \u00ebsht\u00eb i r\u00ebnd\u00ebsish\u00ebm.\u00bb<\/p>\n
\u00abPo,\u00bb tha ai, duksh\u00ebm i habitur q\u00eb ndihm\u00ebsja po fliste. \u00abDyzet vjet kaluan shpejt.\u00bb<\/p>\n
\u00abJam i sigurt q\u00eb gruaja juaj \u00ebsht\u00eb krenare.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Di\u00e7ka ndryshoi n\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e tij. Nj\u00eb hije, ndoshta faji, ndoshta trishtimi.<\/p>\n
\u00abShpresoj\u00bb, tha me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt, \u00abshpresoj q\u00eb ajo e di sa shum\u00eb do t\u00eb thot\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. Koh\u00ebt e fundit nuk kam qen\u00eb shum\u00eb i mir\u00eb n\u00eb t\u2019ia treguar.\u00bb<\/p>\n
\u00abPse jo?\u00bb<\/p>\n
Ai m\u00eb shikoi. P\u00ebr nj\u00eb sekond\u00eb mendova se maskimi kishte d\u00ebshtuar, se kishte par\u00eb p\u00ebrtej syzeve dhe p\u00ebrpar\u00ebses. Por ai vet\u00ebm ngriti supet, nj\u00eb burr\u00eb q\u00eb ia dor\u00ebzonte barr\u00ebn nj\u00eb t\u00eb huaji q\u00eb nuk do ta shihte m\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\u00abMendoj se jeta t\u00eb pengon\u00bb, tha ai. \u00abNj\u00eb dit\u00eb zgjohesh dhe kupton se ke qen\u00eb aq i fokusuar tek destinacioni sa ke harruar t\u00eb shijosh udh\u00ebtimin. B\u00ebhesh i z\u00ebn\u00eb. B\u00ebhesh i fshehur duke rregulluar gj\u00ebrat dhe b\u00ebn rr\u00ebmuj\u00eb.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Ai ia mbylli kopsa pallt\u00ebs. \u00abDhe kur ta kuptosh, je gjasht\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e pes\u00eb dhe pyet veten n\u00ebse ke ende koh\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb rregulluar.\u00bb<\/p>\n
\u00abPo\u00bb, thash\u00eb, z\u00ebri dridhej, \u00abgjithmon\u00eb ke koh\u00eb.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Ai buz\u00ebqeshi me nj\u00eb nuanc\u00eb trishtimi. \u00abShpresoj t\u00eb kesh t\u00eb drejt\u00eb.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Fut dor\u00ebn n\u00eb portofol dhe m\u00eb dha nj\u00eb kart\u00ebmonedh\u00eb nj\u00ebzet dollar\u00ebshe.<\/p>\n
\u00abFaleminderit q\u00eb m\u00eb d\u00ebgjuat. G\u00ebzuar Krishtlindjet.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Dhe pastaj u largua, duke ecur n\u00eb nat\u00ebn e ftoht\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb q\u00ebndrova aty, n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e ark\u00ebtimit t\u00eb palltove, duke mbajtur nj\u00ebzet dollar\u00ebt n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhe duke qar\u00eb n\u00eb heshtje mbi p\u00ebrpar\u00ebsen time t\u00eb marr\u00eb hua.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, u ula n\u00eb sedanin tim, t\u00eb parkuar p\u00ebrball\u00eb nj\u00eb kafeneje moderne n\u00eb zem\u00ebr t\u00eb qytetit, duke pritur n\u00eb heshtje.<\/p>\n
I kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb Richardit se po takoja klubin tim t\u00eb librit p\u00ebr m\u00ebngjes. Nj\u00eb g\u00ebnjesht\u00ebr tjet\u00ebr n\u00eb koleksionin e pafund t\u00eb trillimeve q\u00eb ndanimi. Por kisha nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr p\u00ebrgjigje, dhe vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb person mund t\u2019i siguronte ato pa filtrin e Richardit.<\/p>\n
Victoria Sinclair mb\u00ebrriti sakt\u00ebsisht n\u00eb or\u00ebn 9:00. Ajo nuk kishte aspak pamjen e gruas t\u00ebrheq\u00ebse n\u00eb fustan t\u00eb kuq nga nata e kaluar. Kishte zgjedhur xhinse dhe nj\u00eb pulov\u00ebr t\u00eb gjer\u00eb, flok\u00ebt t\u00eb kapur \u00e7rregullt. Qarket e err\u00ebta n\u00ebn sy i zbehnin fytyr\u00ebn dhe i dhan\u00eb nj\u00eb nuanc\u00eb t\u00eb lodhur.<\/p>\n
Porositi nj\u00eb kafe dhe u ul n\u00eb nj\u00eb tavolin\u00eb t\u00eb qet\u00eb n\u00eb cep, duke hapur laptopin.<\/p>\n
E pash\u00eb p\u00ebr dhjet\u00eb minuta, duke mbledhur guximin. Pastaj hapa der\u00ebn e makin\u00ebs dhe hapa hapin drejt saj.<\/p>\n
\u00abA \u00ebsht\u00eb ky vend i z\u00ebn\u00eb?\u00bb<\/p>\n
Victoria ngriti kok\u00ebn, e hutuar. M\u00eb shikoi me kujdes dhe pastaj u duk se kuptoi menj\u00ebher\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\u00abTi\u2026 ti je kamerieri nga mbr\u00ebm\u00eb.\u00bb<\/p>\n
\u00abPo, jam\u00bb, thash\u00eb. \u00abPor jam gjithashtu Margaret Henderson. Gruaja e Richardit.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Ngjyra i iku nga fytyra aq shpejt sa mendova se mund t\u00eb i binte t\u00eb fik\u00ebt. Me dor\u00ebn e saj e mbylli laptopin me forc\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\u00abO Zot i madh\u2026 Zonja Henderson\u00bb, p\u00ebshp\u00ebriti ajo.<\/p>\n
U ula p\u00ebrball\u00eb saj. \u201cTridhjet\u00eb e tet\u00eb vjet martes\u00eb. Dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Nj\u00eb mbes\u00eb q\u00eb vjen n\u00eb rrug\u00eb.\u201d<\/p>\n
Goja e Viktorias hapej dhe mbyllej, si nj\u00eb peshk i nxjerr\u00eb nga uji. \u00abNuk e kuptoj\u2026 Pse punove n\u00eb fest\u00eb?\u00bb<\/p>\n
\u00abNuk po punoja\u00bb, thash\u00eb qet\u00ebsisht. \u00abPo spiunoja.\u00bb<\/p>\n
I kryq\u00ebzova duart mbi tavolin\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i mbajtur t\u00eb qeta. \u00abBurri im m\u00eb tha q\u00eb nuk isha e ftuar. M\u00eb tha q\u00eb ishte vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr punonj\u00ebsit. Prandaj shkova fshehurazi p\u00ebr t\u00eb kuptuar pse.\u00bb<\/p>\n
Victoria tundte kok\u00ebn, e hutuar. \u00abKjo \u00ebsht\u00eb\u2026 \u00e7menduri.\u00bb<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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