Chapter 15
Call from London
(Tancredi)
I’m brought back to reality from the world of dreams, by the mighty lick of a furry hound who’s found a new reason for living in covering me in drool. Startled, I push myself up into a sitting position, while the four-legged creature with red and white spotted fur watches me, from the foot of the bed, its muzzle more puzzled than scared. It’s probably wondering what a stranger, with a face full of bruises, is doing in the house. We got back from our trip to the hospital very late yesterday, so Ferrari must have forgotten to tell me about his four-legged house mate. The one that stands within a few centimetres of me and raises two paws to place them on my legs, then lets out a single bark.
“Bau”.
‘Yes, good morning to you too’, I say rubbing my st
