Bianca

What was up with this guy?

He asked me up here to talk, and so far he’d done anything but. He’d offered to cook, but I knew the only thing he drank on a regular basis was his smoothies. Something Carlo told me Alessandro drank on a regular basis.

“You sure you don’t want a drink?” he asked for the third time in the space of the fifteen minutes we’d been here.

“No. Why did you ask me here?”

I could tell I had touched a nerve as he sank down on the sofa. I looked around, realizing I’d never really sat in the living room, not like this. The first time I came here, I was swept into Carlo’s room, as he only had one thing on his mind. Not just him, but me too. I couldn’t think of what to say to Alessandro, and I wasn’t good at small talk.

He nodded his head and said, “There’s no easy way to say this, but your dad’s in trouble.”

“And?”

I didn’t understand why he was telling me this or why he was all of sudden worried about Dad when he’d made it clear that he thought we were after nothing