XIX
When Luigi Mazza opened his eyes again it was around seven in the evening.
“You slept enough”, started the brother, “It’s seven p.m.”
“Mm… I thought I couldn’t”
“Dinner!”, yelled an attendant, bursting into the room with a tray. On it, there was a dish of broth, one with
Soft cheese and an apple cooked in the oven.
“This is for you, enjoy your meal”, he said.
After a few minutes, Luigi Mazza started to eat.
“When you finish, I’ll go home if you don’t mind. I’m quite tired”, said Mario.
“Sure, don’t worry. It’s fair enough that you rest too: you’re doing so much for me and I want to thank you for that.”
“You’re my brother, so it’s my duty.”
After about half an hour, Mario went home.
“I will make it on my own too”, Luigi reassured him.
When the brother was out of the room, t
