Chapter LXVIII
Bruno
Outside the window, a few solitary drops began to wet the dust of the avenue. Giulia was still, hands resting on the windowsill. She looked at the small drops that left round wet prints on the ground raising tiny clouds of dust and she waited for outburst of rain of the coming thunderstorm. Rainfalls in May arrived after weeks of drought and were a blessing for the land. Immediately afterwards it was like looking at nature through a clean glass which enhanced its colours. It was quiet in the house and quiet outside, as it strangely happens when waiting for an approaching storm. There was only the sound of the windows that Lucia was hastily closing in the rooms upstairs.
Giovanni was not there. After the attack on Santino, he would bring him a cooked meal and clean l
