Monday 28th AugustWhen it is raining, like today, I sometimes get morose although I adore rain when walking along the riverside: the pitter-patter on my umbrella, the luxurious green of trees and grass, the clean crisp air. But, as I walk back home on the glistening path, I can’t help thinking about Uncle Tony and Zia. She was very young when they married. Being quite a bit older meant he took control over her, I suppose.
I remember Uncle Tony being vicious with Susi, when we were children. Strangely enough, I don’t have any recollection at all about him hitting either Silvio or Stefano. Not only was Susi his only daughter, she was also the youngest out of the three siblings. She was two years younger than me; chubby, very pretty face, sparky. In short, she was the sister I never had. And
