Chapter 111

“Dunno.”

“Damn straight. You know, I kind of miss the fact that we no longer have the privacy we once had.”

“Yeah, so do I.”

We took a van to the airport on Friday, stopping by Gert’s condo to pick her up. When we got to the hangar, we allowed all three boys to walk on their own two legs, with restraints. Gert got a kick out of that.

“God,” she said, “this brings back memories. When my two were little, I used a harness and leash to control them in public, but I didn’t know anyone still did that.”

“When there are three of them all pulling in different directions,” Marco said, “it’s the only way to maintain control.”

“They’re so cute, and with that olive complexion and black hair, they look just like you.”

Sal returned from handing two bags—one for Gert and one for the kids; we maintained a small wardrobe in Siena just as we did in Conti—into the jet and said, “The pilot is ready when you are, ConteMarco.”