I told Lila that Nino was coming to lunch at my house. I said to her: I forced him, I want him to spend the whole day with Imma. I hoped she would understand that for at least that one day she shouldn't send Tina to my house, but she didn't understand or didn't want to. Instead she acted helpful, she said: I'll tell my mother to cook for everyone and maybe we'll eat here at my house where there's more room. I was surprised, and annoyed. She hated Nino; what was that intrusion all about? I refused, I said: I'll cook, and I repeated that the day was dedicated to Imma, there would be no way and no time for anything else. But exactly at nine the next day Tina climbed the stairs with her toys and knocked at my door. She was tidy and neat, her black braids shiny, her eyes sparkling with affection.

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