FrancescaAround seven that Tuesday night, Francesca heard her roommate leave the tiny apartment they’d been sharing ever since they’d started university: Mara was going out to dinner with some classmates.
Francesca sat on the bed. She picked up her phone nervously and called Fabrizio, determined to clear a few things. Things hadn’t been going well in the past few months and lately they’d been fighting constantly.
- Hello? - he answered.
- Hi, it’s me.
- Hi Francesca, what is it?
- Things have been pretty bad between us lately, and I wanted to talk to you about it.
- On the phone?
- No, I’m taking the train. I’ll be in Conegliano in forty-five minutes.
- Francesca, please, not tonight. I’m tired and I still have a lot of work to do.
- I can’t wait any longer! - she cried.
- Come o
