Praise of the aunt

And when she went out into the corridor, she heard Fanchetto laugh again, not sarcastically or mockingly at life and the frustration that had overtaken him, but with genuine happiness as if celebrating a funny matter. His fresh, loud, healthy, childish laughter swept away the sound of the washing water, and it seemed as if it filled the entire night and rose up to those stars that appeared once in the muddy sky of Lima.