“A few old family issues,” his father corrected. “In order for us to work together, we’ll have to discuss things.”
His father gestured towards two armchairs that faced each other.
“Shall we sit down?” he asked uneasily.
So the time has come, Giacomo thought with a sigh. He knew what they had to discuss. At least he suspected he did. There was no way to go on without passing over this hurdle.
Giacomo had been almost eighteen years–old and crazy in love with Patrizia. Patrizia was the twin sister of Giacomo’s best friend Stefano: a stunning, strong, smart girl, who loved it when Giacomo drew sketches of her in all sorts of clothes, or without any clothes at all. She loved it when Giacomo designed new dresses for her. She loved it when they bathed each other in the sea, or when they strol
