XX
In Mezzocannolo, the Baron’s studio was the place for the important meetings. Totò was looking at the sunny bailey through the large English door. After the wind and the grey sky, it was relieving. The sun was heating up the air and the sunrays were getting through the windows, keeping him company.
He was still alone. He was waiting for his father, his Aunt Lena, and Peppuccio. He knew the topic of the meeting. Ventura told him about it, since he has always informed him about everything.
During the years of the university and the military duties, he hadn’t been in Granata. Nino, instead, had become the right arm of the chevalier.
“Your father and Mrs. Lena must decide about the future of the company. They want to understand what your intentions are,” he had said, as he sat in the ba
