"I think it was a thief, " blathered Paul, then took the cigar to his lips and nodded conspiratorially.
Zoe and Federica were sitting just outside the circle the ladies had created: the tablecloths were spread on the damp lawn, the baskets had been placed in the center, while they and their husbands sat on the edges of the tablecloth so it didn’t move.
Paul looked at the others from the mini deckchair, while his wife Kat shook her impeccable hair.
Federica listened, watching them present their opinions, their hypotheses, with innate curiosity.
"Shut up, Paul, if Remo hears you..."
"He wasn"t a thief, he was outside our property," Nat explained, glancing at her friend"s husband.
"Did you know him?"
Federica smiled and moved her bangs from in front of her eyes as a reflex of al
