Chapter Thirty-Seven

Dinner with Gustavo was everything I expected it to be.

His witty character always entertains me, and Enzo’s scene is forgotten as the night progresses. He tells me stories about his past, how he grew up as a child. His mother was still alive, and Antonia wasn't such a brat, which makes me think that perhaps, she isn't as young as I presumed. If Gustavo is around thirty, then she must be twenty-five at least, which means she's older than me.

It's been a while since I've enjoyed a meal and I'm very grateful for his presence. Without him, I don't know what would become of me. He insisted that I have a starter, a main course, and then dessert. Everything was delicious, from the fried courgette salad to the tiramisu. I savored every bite. When it was time to leave, I felt sorry. Having to return to the Puglia home is the worst feeling ever. I wish this night would never end, but like all good things, it does.

I'm forced to think of everything Enzo has said and done tonight as we near t