Whose Inheritance Is It NowAfterward, I didn't want to see or talk to anyone. I had drawn Ilsa out of the wine library but couldn't bring myself to explain what had taken place. I told her to go home and wait for me to call.
I returned to the villa and tried to think through all this. Standing on the loggia in the fading sunset, I heard the telephone ring.
“Pronto,” I said, putting the receiver to my ear.
“Hi, son,” came my father's voice.
What bad timing, I thought. I needed to talk to him, I wanted to talk to him, but I had no idea what to say. His first question didn't help.
“Phil, what have you decided about your inheritance?”
My inheritance was now, technically, Vito's inheritance, since he outlived Nonno Filippo. But it was wrong, in so many ways. I now thought I understood eve
