Chapter LXXIII
Life goes on
Fosco and Rudi often called from Paris. They couldn’t come to terms with the fact of being so distant. Each time they would ask the same questions. It was always Clara who answered but after reassuring them of everyone’s health, she could not hide their suffering.
-How is Giulia? And Giovanni? And you ... how are you? What is the little one doing? -
-His granddad took him with him today. When they returned Nicola was so happy and dad also seemed a little more at peace. Mom ... she ... -
-I want to be there-
-No, Fosco, no. It’s better this way. You know better than me that it’s better that you and Rudi are not here- the phone call that started in a loud voice, eventually became little more than a whisper. In the kitchen, after the first few words were exch
