Lunch period came as usual, and Giuseppe came to sit next to me as usual. We'd gotten into the habit of me making lunch for him. I'd learned that his family was lower middle class, and he had to save up for years to get a car, which ultimately was decided would be shared between the twins, as if Alessandro had done anything to contribute. So every day, I made too much food for me and forced him to take half. At first, when he bought himself lunch in the cafeteria, he would save that for his dinner. His parents worked night and day, they were responsible for cooking for themselves. I made sure the lunch would be very filling and nutritious. Perhaps I've gone overboard with the nutrition bit, since he's started to fill out. But he looks much healthier and happier now, so I've done a go

