CHAPTER 66

CARL.

(A few days later).

This time I didn't sit in the table area.

In high spirits and with zero fatigue, I stood near the cash register, with a glass of Whiskey on the counter, munching on a personal-size pizza that The Pizza Master made for me.

It should be noted that the area in question was the same one where the block and stone oven was located, being the most native area of the restaurant, close to the main entrance of the restaurant, towards the administrative offices, which were behind all of it.

I was back at La Napolitana and expected Nancy to show up at any moment. The waiter assured me that she would, so I went to wait for her.

It was Friday and already mid-January. I had no plans to dine there. I had an appointment later that I couldn't miss.

However, unbelievably, it was my only day off, since going out of town like crazy left a lot of work as a consequence, so I couldn't make that visit until after the 15th of the first month of the year. Since Olivia launched her reas