alone, and that helps me understand. She lost everything. Her whole life ended, in a split second, in that courtyard. She was the very picture of grief, the poor woman.”
Giuffrè went on with the thread of his thought. “Good old Di Vincenzo has a tough piece of work on his hands with this prosecutor. Piras is a feisty young fighting chicken, and he’s not going to be able to manage her.”
Lojacono remembered the attractive young woman. “Yes, I saw her. She showed up right away. Why, do you know her?”
“Sure I know her. When I was driving around that MP—he was a lawyer, you know—I met her a couple of times when we gave her a lift in the car. Dottoressa Laura Piras, from Cagliari, thirty or so. She’s small, but quite the babe. Be warned, if she catches you looking at her tits—which are remarkable, as you no doubt saw for yourself—she’s capable of ripping your eyes out of your head. She’s determined, there’s no stopping her, and she’s on a career path that’s pointing straight up. I’ll bet you she’ll have Di Vincenzo dancing a quickstep.”
“So is she married? Does she have children?”
Giuffrè started snickering. “Oh, what’s this, now you’ve got the hots for Piras? So there’s life in those trousers of yours. I’m glad to hear it! People who don’t have any weakness of the flesh frankly scare me. Anyway, the answer is no. Even though everyone gives it a try, even the Honorable MP himself. I can’t tell you what a fool she made him look, right in front of me, or I guess I should say right behind me because I was driving. She told him to keep his hand where it belonged or she’d rip it right off his wrist.”
Lojacono gave him a chilly glance. “Don’t get all excited, there’s no weakness of the flesh. It’s just that I assume that someone who has children has a better chance of understanding what it means to lose such a young boy. And I was hoping that she could understand it. That’s all.”
“You’re right about that. Even if my son’s a big provolone of a lunkhead, and I sweat blood to send him to college, I still think of him first and always. And juvenile delinquent though he might have been, this kid was only sixteen years old. Oh Mother of God, the woman is here about the cats again. Let’s see what’s happened since last time.
Prego
, Signo’. Take a seat.”
CHAPTER 18
Allegra walks out of the front entrance of the school, snickering, “And the best thing is that no one can see me but him. God, it makes me laugh! Did you see the look on his face?”
Giada has long since learned that her girlfriend is capable of anything, but this latest thing is especially upsetting.
“Yes, but seriously, aren’t you scared to do it? What if he gets pissed off and tells the principal or, even worse, your parents? Do you realize you could be excluded from every school in the city?”
Allegra stops and turns gracefully to look at her. “Are you joking? There’s no telling the trouble he’d get himself into. My word against his, but it would be simple to make him look like a dirty old fiend, which, by the way, is what he would be, if he only had the nerve to take a step forward. Believe me, I have him by the balls; there’s nothing he can do.”
“This totally freaks me out. I don’t understand how you work up the nerve to do these things. I mean, even the thought of it: you take a seat in the front row, you slip off your panties, and you start swinging your legs open and shut. Isn’t it kind of gross?”
Allegra blithely dispenses with her objections. “But why should it be? First of all, I’m not letting him touch it, I’m just letting him look at it. And it kills me to watch him! First he turns red, then white, then he comes out in spots. Then he looks up, then to the side, everywhere but there; he starts babbling, then he takes a hundred quick glances at it, you know, he goes completely stupid, and he doesn’t even understand the lecture on ancient
Giuffrè went on with the thread of his thought. “Good old Di Vincenzo has a tough piece of work on his hands with this prosecutor. Piras is a feisty young fighting chicken, and he’s not going to be able to manage her.”
Lojacono remembered the attractive young woman. “Yes, I saw her. She showed up right away. Why, do you know her?”
“Sure I know her. When I was driving around that MP—he was a lawyer, you know—I met her a couple of times when we gave her a lift in the car. Dottoressa Laura Piras, from Cagliari, thirty or so. She’s small, but quite the babe. Be warned, if she catches you looking at her tits—which are remarkable, as you no doubt saw for yourself—she’s capable of ripping your eyes out of your head. She’s determined, there’s no stopping her, and she’s on a career path that’s pointing straight up. I’ll bet you she’ll have Di Vincenzo dancing a quickstep.”
“So is she married? Does she have children?”
Giuffrè started snickering. “Oh, what’s this, now you’ve got the hots for Piras? So there’s life in those trousers of yours. I’m glad to hear it! People who don’t have any weakness of the flesh frankly scare me. Anyway, the answer is no. Even though everyone gives it a try, even the Honorable MP himself. I can’t tell you what a fool she made him look, right in front of me, or I guess I should say right behind me because I was driving. She told him to keep his hand where it belonged or she’d rip it right off his wrist.”
Lojacono gave him a chilly glance. “Don’t get all excited, there’s no weakness of the flesh. It’s just that I assume that someone who has children has a better chance of understanding what it means to lose such a young boy. And I was hoping that she could understand it. That’s all.”
“You’re right about that. Even if my son’s a big provolone of a lunkhead, and I sweat blood to send him to college, I still think of him first and always. And juvenile delinquent though he might have been, this kid was only sixteen years old. Oh Mother of God, the woman is here about the cats again. Let’s see what’s happened since last time.
Prego
, Signo’. Take a seat.”
CHAPTER 18
Allegra walks out of the front entrance of the school, snickering, “And the best thing is that no one can see me but him. God, it makes me laugh! Did you see the look on his face?”
Giada has long since learned that her girlfriend is capable of anything, but this latest thing is especially upsetting.
“Yes, but seriously, aren’t you scared to do it? What if he gets pissed off and tells the principal or, even worse, your parents? Do you realize you could be excluded from every school in the city?”
Allegra stops and turns gracefully to look at her. “Are you joking? There’s no telling the trouble he’d get himself into. My word against his, but it would be simple to make him look like a dirty old fiend, which, by the way, is what he would be, if he only had the nerve to take a step forward. Believe me, I have him by the balls; there’s nothing he can do.”
“This totally freaks me out. I don’t understand how you work up the nerve to do these things. I mean, even the thought of it: you take a seat in the front row, you slip off your panties, and you start swinging your legs open and shut. Isn’t it kind of gross?”
Allegra blithely dispenses with her objections. “But why should it be? First of all, I’m not letting him touch it, I’m just letting him look at it. And it kills me to watch him! First he turns red, then white, then he comes out in spots. Then he looks up, then to the side, everywhere but there; he starts babbling, then he takes a hundred quick glances at it, you know, he goes completely stupid, and he doesn’t even understand the lecture on ancient
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