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My head didn't stop spinning to get his phone number.

It didn't take us long to meet again one Sunday before vermouth.

We went to the same terrace, and she was with her grandson.

The boys started chatting and started using their tablets to share games.

That gave me the opportunity for Elena and I to talk calmly.

We had a very pleasant conversation, and when it was time to say goodbye, I told him that if he wanted the kids to play in the afternoon, I would give him my phone number, and after speaking with his parents, I would tell him.

"Perfect, I'll give you mine better, make me a loss," he said.

We did that and said goodbye.

The heat in the afternoon was stifling, and I asked the kid if we were going to take a dip in the pool, but his mother preferred that we wait another hour at home.

It occurred to me to send a WhatsApp to Elena thanking her for the conversation, and that around eight PM, the child would be ready for them to go for a walk together.

We continued writing until the cell phone rang.

It was his call.

"Sorry, but I get tired of writing," he said.

And we continue organizing the children's afternoon since my friend's with so much family at home, they stay calm if they go with me.

We went for a dip in the pool.

We returned home and changed.

Around eight in the afternoon, I called Elena, and we met in half an hour.

The town was full of the typical attractions.

The noise is infernal, and we decided to move away a little and warn the children where we were going to be.

We walked for a while.

We talked about our lives until she told me that her husband was an older man and that the last few years had been very hard due to his illness.

I told her how I didn't have a friend or partner.

She is a very attractive woman, and she could find one soon.

He answered, "I am very well alone.

The area is very small, and the news flies.