“Remind me that in spring I should have this shitty gravel removed and put in cement.”
He laughed; it wasn’t worth holding it in. His laughter sounded rough and deep, just like his thick and raspy voice. A voice that wasn’t good for singing, but that I liked hearing whenever I could. I turned very red, because he was laughing at my misfortune.
“I’ll remind you. Can you get up?” Alexander asked, when he was able to speak.
“I didn’t break something in my backside out of pure luck, thank you very much. I’m going to survive.”
He laughed again. My blush increased to infinity. He grabbed my arm better and pulled me.
“Come on, I’ll help you,” he said, between laughs.
“Alexander, it’s not funny! Right now I could…!”
I turned toward him pretending to be furious. And I was left speechless whe
