Chapter 100

“I hope you don’t want to go back to the hospital this evening,” I said. “I’m much too comfortable to drive, and I’ve had way too much wine.”

“We’ll see Dani when you bring him home tomorrow morning,” Mrs. Rosati said. “Would you like some more tiramisu?”

“Not now, but perhaps in a couple of hours?”

“Perfect,” she said

Sylvia and I offered to help her clean up the kitchen, but Mrs. Rosati said, “Sylvia, you know very well that I clean as I go.”

“Then we’ll do the dishes,” Sylvia said.

“You can load the dishwasher if you like.”

I went upstairs, out onto the terrace off the master suite, and called Dani. “It’s only me,” I said when he answered his phone.

“I figured you’d call about now,” he said.

“You did?”

“Marco, Mom told me she was gonna cook dinner, so let me guess—you’re too comfortably full of good food and wine to drive down here, right?”

“Pretty much,” I said.

“Besides, you’re gonna be here bright and early, with emphasis on early, right?”