She denied it with such desperation that, maybe because all that suffering hurt me too much, I felt like repeating, in falsetto: I assure you, and I laughed. The laugh escaped against my will, I saw the rage in my father39;s eyes and I was afraid of it, I was ashamed. I would have liked to explain to him: it wasn39;t a real laugh, Papa, but a contraction I couldn39;t help, it happens, I saw it recently on the face of a boy named Rosario Sargente. But the laugh wouldn39;t be erased, it changed into a frozen smile, I felt it on my face and couldn39;t get rid of it.