The second trip to the botanical gardenThat Monday, Fabrizio pulled into the school parking lot a little late. The students were already filing into the bus.
Matilde was already there, thankfully, and she was counting the kids as they got on. When there’s a field trip everybody is always present, she thought, smiling to herself.
- Good morning, Matilde. - he said, looking into her big dark eyes.
- Hi Fabrizo, you’re late this morning. - she answered, teasing him.
- Look, it’s only ten minutes, - and showed her the time on the display of his phone.
- Yeah, and I bet it’s your girlfriend’s fault. After all, it’s always our fault…
- No, Francesca had nothing to do with it. – he said, looking down, – I’m sorry for being late.
- There, that’s better. – and she took his arm, – Come on, or
