Chapter LXIII
Andrea
After Luciano"s departure, Andrea had returned to Rome. The words they had exchanged during the few days they had been together had made him think
-Maybe it"s true, maybe he"s right. My waiting hides the fear of coming out into the open. He had thought so. He didn"t tell me but he thought it. And maybe he is right. But that"s what I feel I must do. I could not act in any other way. What we have said requires me to look inside of myself without unnecessary defenses. I can"t make comparisons. Luciano is different from me. His own reasons for him are not the right reasons for me. It"s true, we want the same thing, we just want to reach it with different paths.
Which is the right one? Is there really the right one? And mine is not perhaps the most comfortable, and less
