He was asking for it. He had it coming and he knew it. He held her softly from her shoulders and looked at her, quite serious, in her eyes, with the airs of a man one could trust.
‘Nobody’.
‘Nobody! You make love to a woman, you sleep with her for three consecutive nights and she is a ‘nobody’ for you? You will never grow up. You are not ready for me. I want you whole. Do you understand, Mario?’
He didn’t barge, even after Sana had left. He sat on his heels, resigned. Que veut la femme…
He ran like hell all the way to the mini, grabbed his bathing suit from his rucksack, ran like hell back to the stone house, undressed, put it on and ran like hell for the bay. He had time to take a good look at the landscape from above. The small bay was basking under the thick shadow of the old plane
