It wasn’t the high pitched voice or even the veins that stood out on his forehead as he screeched like a fairy...
Franco had to take a deep breath himself for his mind was speeding ahead like a formula one racecar. “Do...
“…there is no American Consulate or Embassy here. The nearest is in Milano. Milano is a great distance and even...
Father Vittorio Mancini was ninety-seven years old. He was frail, withered and his robes hung on him like sackcloth over bare bones. ...
Ciccio stood outside the doors of the Basilica of San Marco. He looked right and then left. There was no one. He...
“Ciccio, but why do you jump out of the dark at me? You nearly frightened me into an attack of...
“Andrea?” Gianna called, “but where have you been all day? I called the boutique several times and got no answer!”...
“Do you understand what I mean?” Andrea asked, interrupting his reverie. Martin looked at him and nodded that he did. ...
“You are so superstitious of the Police and the Guard of the Finance you will demand a receipt regardless of...
“Then sing, dance with me you young fool! OOOH AYY, Ooh oh; OOOH AYY, Ooh oh! JUVE, JUVE, JUVE!!!” They...
“Yeah but…” “Martin, like your America, our system has its flaws; it is not perfect but unlike America,...
They ate in relative silence for the better part of an hour until the meal was exhausted and a desert tray brought...
Roberto stood back, crossed his arms across his breast and studied Martin for a long moment. It was true; the man had...