Sitting quietly and sipping his scotch, one thought kept recurring; ‘I real y don’t think it a good idea Maria laying herself on the line like that.’ The only consolation he could think of, and even that didn’t real y make him feel any better, was, ’stil , it’s her life and her decision.Antonio’s funeral was quite a large affair and it seemed almost as if every Italian in London had taken the day off to be there, but the two that stood out more than anyone else were Marco and his brother Roberto. With their dark glasses and their trilby hats they looked to Jim like the Blues Brothers. lt seemed one of Antonio’s wishes was to be buried alongside his brother Luigi and this was carried out to the letter.
Although Jim knew the brothers he decided it best not
