‘Mr Rossi…’
He jumped up and hid the letter behind his back.
‘Miss will not have lunch. Signora has to attend to some extra concern. Will you have lunch with Mr Komninos?’
He smiled widely showing his teeth and said that he’d just remembered that he had a pretty serious, really very serious, errand to run at the city center that could simply not wait and that he was on his way out, literally at the doorstep, when asked for lunch, the day was not unfolding well, not at all well, in fact…
At the living room of the Bocher residence, each sitting at the edge of his armchair, knees stuck together and hands crossed on them, each was waiting for the other to get the hell out of there. Rena sent them both off.
‘Miss is having a nap’.
They remained at the doorstep, glaring at each other. Komn
