She smiles. She looks into the cup. She turns the spoon.
"Bonaria has other things to think about. For a start, she drinks a lot. Giovanni takes care of her, when he remembers."
"What do you mean?"
"That he’s not constant. I don"t think he"s the right person. His mother would be better off getting a dog, or a cat."
"Did he and Bruno know each other?"
"Of course. We hang out with the same people."
"Did they like each other?"
"Not really."
"How come?"
She stiffens.
"What a lot of questions. It’s like an interrogation."
Suddenly she seems icy, distant. I swallow the rest of the coffee.
"Giovanni is a strange person. People don’t usually like him. For me he"s an open book, but..."
"And Bruno?"
"Bruno was not looking for friends."
Her scent reaches my nostrils,
