“Home early, Tim?”
Harry had spoken nothing but Italian for ten years; there was nothing left of his Scots accent.
“I went over the wall.”
“You could get fired.”
“Ah could nae care less. It"s grim in Reid"s. Ah hate the fuckin" place.”
Harry shook his head.
“How"s Sylvanna. She a" right?”
“Sylvanna"s fine, Tim. She"s in bed sleeping.”
Harry was a lucky man. Married to Sylvanna with three children. She was plump and sultry, and still in love with Harry.
“What"s up; why so glum, Tim? Ten years ago you were a happy wee boy. Now your face is tripping you.”
I shrugged. Talking about Sylvanna and I thought again about Cliesh. The longer we were apart the more I yearned for Cliesh and all her tender loving.
“You"re happy in Bari?”
“We live in Mola di Bari. It"s a nice town. Marrying S
