The Cosco FirmAfter giving in to Anita and eating more than I planned, including some sausage and peppers that she quickly grilled in the kitchen while I munched on hot rolls, I stood to go.
“Please call Riccardo and tell him I'll need the Maserati back this morning,” I said, “D'accordo?”
“Sì, signore,” Anita nodded, suddenly satisfied with her success over breakfast and with what she thought was the beginning to a new relationship with the capo of the estate.
Driving the old Fiat down the hill toward the winery and turning left before the main building toward the garage, I saw Santo standing there talking to Vito. They watched as I braked in front of Riccardo, already waiting for me at the entrance to his domain. He was wiping his tanned and hairy arms on a rag, but it was not an oily
