Friday 13th OctoberThis is the final time I am going to Zia’s. I do hope that she has no other visitors there. Zia opens the door, kisses me. I go in and Giusy is there, all t**s and holy cross. She is about to leave. That’s a relief. I’m not in the mood for false chit-chat.
“Zia, I have something I need to talk to you about. It’s about this Peppina business. I’ve been worried that you’ve got into your head that I was somehow responsible for her death, which is totally unfounded. It’s been keeping me awake at night.”
“Ah, Peppina business! You no like Peppina, Peppina no like you. You go down stair, she die.”
“Yes, but the point is, I need to know what your view is about how she died. Do you think I killed her? I came here for that purpose. I want an answer. A promise, even.”
God knows
