Tuesday 12th SeptemberZia phones me. Something she hardly ever does. Moreover, it is morning. Whatever it is she wants, it has to be serious. She is in a panic. “Maria you come my house quick.”
Susi is there when I arrive. “What is it? You two look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” I say.
“It’s Bella and Rosa. Bella phoned mum this morning to say goodbye. They’re flying to Palermo on Thursday morning as planned. We only have today and tomorrow to decide what to do. I mean, even if they dig the immigrant’s body up, after all these years, there’s not going to be much left of him to analyse, is there?” Susi says.
“Believe me. There’ll be more than enough,” I say.
Zia has created an altar for Uncle Tony exactly as she said she would, on a little table next to the phone. His photo is in the middl
