It took Mario three years to realize that a wife and a mistress is a difficult combination to keep.
Deception is an easy art.
Conscience a hard monkey to shake off. In the shallow, slanted light of the evening while sea gulls looked into a sea of pain, touching everything, Mario felt restless like a stream carrying a large load on a rugged path. A touch of sadness. A desperate struggle to engage time into the teeth of meaning. A desperate feeling that things are too late crept over Mario.