Dante worried about his friend"s future. Chris would happily spend years working with the Rinaldi family, and did not look ahead. The café and chipper business in Scotland belonged to the Scots-Italians, and Chris wasn"t an Italian. He could do well outside the the family business.
“Next year or two, Chris, what would you like to be doing?” Dante asked one day.
Chris looked up, grinned and stopped cranking the potato-peeling machine. “Workin""wi" you and Mrs Rebecchi. There"s the army when Ah"m eighteen. Ah"d change digs; find a new place to live.”
“Ah"ll see what"s doin", Chris.”
Vasco Parasella, a naturalised Italian from La Spezia, head waiter at the The Old Hotel, came to the chipper to test Dante"s interest in supplying a variety fish. Dante and Vasco agreed a price, and payment o
