The home smelled of freshly cooked pancakes and flowers. There were no lights on, but windows open everywhere, so that the sun"s rays could enter and reach every room, reflecting on the blank screen of the TV and on the brass knobs of the doors.
Remo led them to the living room with warm tones of wood, a picture with a hunting scene occupied the wall above the cold fireplace; on the armrest of one of the armchairs there was an ashtray where a half-smoked cigar was lying.
"Take a seat, come on guys."
Matteo kept behind her, as she lingered over where to sit down. If he’d had time to stop and weigh up the situation, he would have found it totally unreal.
"Nat should be back soon, she’ll be so happy when she sees what a surprise you have given us!"
Remo pushed down the top of the
