Chapter 7
Duchy of Aragoni
Marco
FRIDAY, AFTER WORK, we made a couple of stops in the city and arrived at the house just in time to join the boys for dinner, which was being served at the table in their den.
“How are you getting along with that wheelchair, Bernardo?” I said.
“It’s better than surgery and staying in the hospital, Papa.”
“That’s the attitude,” I said.
“The other two wanted to come downstairs to eat,” Biaggio said, “but Mrs. Motta and I insisted they take their meal up here tonight, just as they did for breakfast and lunch.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said. “Tomorrow, Dani and I will make sure Marcus knows how to use his crutches to get up and down the stairs. Bernardo won’t be coming downstairs on his own for a couple of weeks.”
“What’s in the bag, Papa?” Giovanni said.
