There were conversations. Voices were listened from her window but she couldn´t recognize as neighbors. That wasn´t the curious point. No. The problem was the certainty of every sentence: "Idon´tknow who" was going to stand in elections, and, bum, a month later it was the new mayor; "thisotherperson" was interested in having a restaurant, and again, bum, some days after it was buying a property perfect for that,...
To gossip was the official hobby of everyone in the area, but it didn´t make sense that people from the next village knew a lot more than them, it was a clear offence. She was really worried about the fulfillment of every statement, because maybe they were going to say something about her having a new partner and she was totally happy living on her own.
So, she was there, settled in the balcony with a water bucket ready to fall down "by accident" over the head of a future dictator. It didn´t mean that they weren´t going to stop their gossip, but if no one listened, maybe there wasn´t the chance to have it fulfilled. Meanwhile, she wanted to discover the position of the oracle and tried to reach an agreement advantageous to both parties.
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