Chapter XXII
1927
What Agnese wrote was true. Their life had changed, everybody had changed a little, as if a layer of grey ash, light and consistent, had settled down burying the happiness of their home.
Antonino got back before lunch and was looking angry. Since when he started working at the land, he had become sturdier and his face had lost the features of a teenager to give way to those of a young man who is starting to take on his responsibilities. Giovanni would ask for his opinion more and more often and Giulia watched the two of them with pride and tenderness at the same time, the energy on the young man and the grey hair on her husband.
-How come you are already home, did anything happen?-
The rage of her son convinced her, before any explanation, that it was to do with the
