Diletta got pregnant with David at only seventeen. Hers was a broken adolescence and she never knew the light-heartedness twentysomethings experience: it was as if many steps on the ladder of her life were wiped out. Not even for a moment did she consider resorting to an abortion as her parents would’ve preferred and, in a short while, she thus found herself fully immersed in the exclusive, all-encompassing rôle of motherhood.
She didn’t want her son recognised by the father, Fausto, who was almost double her age. He was also tall, very skinny and awkward; she soon realised she didn’t love him.
Suddenly, one day, the infatuation with that man developed into disgust. She felt he was someone repulsive, useless, boring and cowardly. He thought that, in her, he’d identified young prey,
