"There are things that connect us. We have suffered, both of us, but now we’ve got through it."
"Does he live alone?"
"With his mother. Bonaria..."
"Bonaria, and then?"
"Fancello. I don"t know what her maiden name was. She married a policeman who died of a heart attack a few years later. They found him at home, with his uniform still on and his g*n. Giovanni was very small."
Bonaria is an old acquaintance. I remember the death of the agent. I had heard about it, but I hadn"t gone to see her. Too much time had passed.
Eva scrapes some chocolate from the rim of the cup. When the spoon comes out of her mouth she pulls her lips back and they wrinkle and stretch like water in a pond. I take a sip of coffee.
"Does she know, Bonaria? About the noose, I mean."
"Do you know her?
