In the coffee shop

She is not Emanuele's mother.

But the grumpy, slightly hunchbacked, brown-eyed blonde lady with the smell of mothballs is practically identical.

The redhead's wide eyes relax immediately after realizing that the Devil is not in front of her. Then she and Johnny finally enter the elevator.

As they walk down to the first floor, Johnny kisses Emanuele on the forehead.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," she says, leaning on the boy's body.

"Hey, I told you you could call me if you needed me. And you did. Don't blame yourself."

"But it's eight in the morning."

"Hey, it's Sunday. I'm not working today. And I told you, I'm keeping you out all day."

She hugged him tightly. Johnny was a perfect gentleman, and it was very easy to feel comfortable with him. What she didn't understand, really, was why he was so gentle with her from the beginning. According to himself, Jhonny said that she looked like someone he had met.

But was that a strong enough reason?

The two of them crossed the street. A shy su