No cheerful hum of voices broke the sad and disconsolate silence.
The shadows were lengthening fast. It would soon be dark, and the children began to shiver in the chill evening air.
Somewhere in the distance a church clock struck eight.
Doubt gave way to certainty: the whole scheme had been a complete fiasco.
One or two children got up and drifted off. Others followed suit.
None of them said a word - their disappointment was too great.
Eventually, Paolo came over to Momo and said, “It’s no use waiting any longer - no one’ll turn up now. Good night.”
And he walked off too. Franco was the next to leave. “It’s hopeless,” he said.
“We can’t count on the grown-ups, we know that now. I never did trust them anyway.”
“As far as I’m concerned, they can stew in their own juice from now on.”
More and more children left. It was dark by the time the last of them gave up and went home, leaving Momo alone with Guido and Beppo.
The old roadsweeper stood up. “Are you going, too?” Momo asked.
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