Nicoletta settled into bed, trying to look as comfortable as possible. Nicoletta was a woman of a certain age, with thick red hair framing her face and dark hair covering her arms and legs, a feature she had always lived with embarrassment. But tonight, her problem was not hirsutism, but rather an annoying flatulence that had tormented her since lunch.
She had met Giacomo, a charming and gallant man, in a literary café a few weeks earlier. He had invited her to the theater, and she, after an initial hesitation, had enthusiastically accepted.
Back home alone, a sinister gurgling sou...

Nicoletta settled into bed, trying to look as comfortable as possible. Nicoletta was a woman of a certain age, with thick red hair framing her face and dark hair covering her arms and legs, a feature she had always lived with embarrassment. But tonight, her problem was not hirsutism, but rather an annoying flatulence that had tormented her since lunch.
She had met Giacomo, a charming and gallant man, in a literary café a few weeks earlier. He had invited her to the theater, and she, after an initial hesitation, had enthusiastically accepted.
Back home alone, a sinister gurgling sounded in her stomach, followed by a sharp pain. Nicoletta twitched on the bed, trying to hold back the inevitable.
The air in the room became thick and still, amplifying every little noise. Nicoletta heard another gurgling, this time louder and more threatening. She could no longer hold back. With a small, muffled groan, she let out a series of short, loud flatulences. Every little noise from her stomach made her jump, and the lingering smell of her gas made her feel as if she were enveloped in a cloud.

Nicoletta si sistemò sul letto, cercando di apparire il più possibile a suo agio. Nicoletta era una donna di una certa età, con una folta chioma rossa che le incorniciava il viso e una peluria scura che le ricopriva braccia e gambe, caratteristica che aveva sempre vissuto con imbarazzo. Ma stasera, il suo problema non era l'irsutismo, bensì una fastidiosa flatulenza che la tormentava fin dal pranzo.
Aveva incontrato Giacomo, un uomo affascinante e galante, in un caffè letterario qualche settimana prima. Lui l'aveva invitata a teatro, e lei, dopo un iniziale tentennamento, aveva accettato con entusiasmo.
Tornata a casa da sola un gorgoglio sinistro risuonò nel suo stomaco, seguito da una fitta acuta. Nicoletta si contrasse sul letto, cercando di trattenere l'inevitabile.
L' aria nella camera si fece densa e immobile, amplificando ogni minimo rumore. Nicoletta sentì un altro gorgoglio, questa volta più forte e minaccioso. Non poteva più trattenersi. Con un piccolo gemito soffocato, lasciò andare una serie di brevi, ma sonore flatulenze. Ogni minimo rumore proveniente dal suo stomaco la faceva trasalire, e l'odore persistente dei suoi gas la faceva sentire come se fosse avvolta in una nuvola.