Chapter 18
At 8:50 am on Monday October 4, the Appalle spouses had arrived at the front door of Police Headquarters.
"Too early, let's wait!" the man had ordered after checking the time on his old onion-like watch with a steel case but a gold chain and medal of San Gennaro which was also gold, gifts of his baptismal godfather, a Perse brand watch, as he boasted, just like the stationmasters of the Ferrovie dello Stato used.
She had replied, stubborn: "No, Gennari', trasìmo110 , it’s the same, the same!"
They had started to squabble about going inside yes and going inside no, in increasingly raised voices.
After a couple of minutes of this exchange the sentry on guard at the door, annoyed, had approached them and had rebuked them sharply in his marked Emilian accent: "What’s going on,
