During the whole flight back home, Roman stayed glued in a corner staring rigidly out of the jet’s window. There it was again the talismano aura around him which seemed to ward off any attempt of affiliation or comfort.
Alban had fortunately settled against her breasts, resting peacefully surrounded by his blanket. Describing March climate was practically impossible and Italians referred to that particular month as pazzerello which meant somewhat crazy. Like the name suggested, the weather was unpredictable - it could be very cold with possible rain like any normal winter month or it could be filled with warm sunny days of spring.
Alina risked a glance at her reflection in a nearby mirror and repressed a belated sigh. She looked pale and wan with dark circles under her eyes which looke
