‘Take each day as it comes, son,’ Edrico told Cappi. ‘Look after that mother of yours and try to find a less crowded place—get work if you can. You’re young. You will make your way.’
Cappi nodded. He was trying hard not to think of his father and brother, but their faces were imprinted on his troubled mind. He wished they were there with him, drinking soup, talking of the future and its challenges. Everything wouldn’t seem so bleak if he had them to share it with. Feeling alone despite the company, Cappi abruptly stood.
‘I best check on Mama,’ he murmured quickly and left them.
‘He’s suffering,’ Roberto commented.
‘He lost his old man—a good man,’ Ettore said.
‘The war took many good men.’ Roberto lifted his hat to wipe his brow.
‘Not us. We are here. We made it,’ Edrico announced. ‘
