Andrea and the twinsThe next day at two thirty, Andrea was waiting at the agreed meeting point, the big fountain in the center of Conegliano. It was windy and he popped up his collar to repair his neck. As he glanced down Corso Vittorio Emanuele he saw two blond heads making their way towards him. He smiled: they were coming.
Bundled up in their winter coats, they were more fetching than ever, and when they saw him they waved their hands in greeting. He got up and went to meet them.
After much kissing and hugging, they made their way to Via XX Settembre, weaving in and out of the porticoes that lined the street. The girls were more exuberant than ever and they eagerly updated Andrea on the latest news and on their plans for the future.
Alessandra was determined to continue studying afte
