Back to CoscoOn our way back to the estate, I swung toward the offices of the Cosco firm, deciding that I needed to ask one more question of Antonio.
He was in when we stopped by and admitted us readily to his office. I didn't notice his furrowed brow until he asked me where Antonina was.
“What?” I asked in astonishment.
“Where is she?” and now true concern showed on his face. “She always seemed so politely blasé, so uninvolved. Even when I took special pains to introduce her to the finer aspects of wine, she just shrugged her shoulders and went about her work. But ever since your grandfather's death, she has been as edgy as a cat on a fence. Then, this morning, she didn't show up for work.”
“But why do you ask me where she is?”
“Because her anxiety seemed to increase since you visite
