Fabrizio and Matilde (1)At twenty to ten the next morning, Fabrizio was at Matilde’s door. When the bell rang, Matilde was standing barefoot in front of the bathroom mirror, hairbrush in mid-air. She looked at herself one last time, smiled at her reflection, and, wearing jeans and a soft white sweater, went to open the door.
- Hey Fabrizio, come in. Would you like some coffee?
- Oh, no thanks, I’ve already had breakfast.
- Me too. Great, I’ll just get my jacket and then we can go.
She peeked into the girls’ room before going out: the two girls were awake but still under the covers.
- I’m leaving. Make sure you have breakfast and clean up after yourselves.
In the hallway she put on her shoes, slipped on her jacket and called out: - Here I am, ready!
When she was standing in front of
