13. Luciano

Past

April 2009

My father ushered the guests into the dining room, only he didn't count on the great detail that my grandfather Maurizio would be sitting at the headboard, drinking the most valuable whiskey in his collection. Matteo restrained himself, didn't let go of the fake smile, invited the Russo’s to sit down, then he took the other chair at the headboard, and so his children sat down to the side. I was wise to sit to my grandfather's right.

I didn't want to get married.

"Dear Fabio, you know my eldest sons and father-in-law," Matteo said in a grim tone. “He introduced you to my youngest son, Enzo, he is sixteen years old, he goes to the Magno school, in the tenth grade and he is an excellent athlete.”

"It's a pleasure to meet the male offspring of the Bascianos," replied the old man, looking at us condescendingly, and you could see at once how patently macho he was.” They seem like good prospects.”

"Of course," Grandpa added with amusement. “They are Moretti after all, they ne