KING OF ITALY

Unpredictable, that is a word, which defines life perfectly. Edna sighed looking at the stone feature of Sienna. Sienna had not shed a single tear, not even a sob escaped passed her pressed lips. Edna wondered how she was holding up this good. She would have been broke down by now.

Edna’s eyes skimmed through the crowd, trying to find the blue-eyed man and find him at the very front of the crowd near the casket. Edna snapped her eyes to her hand when she felt someone touching it, only to find Sienna holding it. She squeezed it back as she followed where the old woman’s gaze was stuck. They were giving last farewell to Faustino.

One moment they were having the time of their life and in another moment, Donatello dropped the news on them. That Adriano’s nonno Faustino was, shot and was in critical condition. All happened after that was a blur to Edna by the time they have reached Italy. Faustino was long gone from the mortal w