I threw the letter on the bed and walked out to the terrazza. I couldn"t take any more of this. I needed a drink and figured I"d get something from Piero or Umberto, whoever was tending the desk.
Well, there was no one tending the desk. I looked around, left and right, and heard a roar of cheering from the back room. Heading in that direction, I saw the cook and waiters clustered around a table staring intently at the television. A soccer game was on and their attention was riveted to the screen.
Umberto came up from behind.
“Signor Danny. Can I help you?”
Another roar from the back room. The local team must have scored.
“Sì, Umberto. Can I get a bottle of wine?”
“Aglianico, corretto?”
corretto“Sì. Aglianico would be perfect.”
SìUmberto disappeared into the back room and returned w
