Paolo and Francesca after being chased by Roberto Morelli, and returned to Catania, while waiting to go to dinner in the restaurant's Greek and Angelo Paola Belfiore, you devoted to visiting the city. The sun was near the horizon, a warm wind bent the tops of trees and piles of clouds in the sky from the sea were moving quickly towards the hinterland.
The visit lasted about an hour to the Dome, Paul had brought his camera and took photos both inside and outside of the Church. I'll need to describe these places, he said to Frank, but when he began to photograph her in all poses along the promenade, she realized that was not true, or rather this was not the only reason: Paul wanted memories. The first their memories.
The restaurant "Paris by night" was located near the coast with beautiful views of the beach Ognina. The building consisted of a two-story modern building, isolated and surrounded by a garden with a large parking lot. When Paul walked through the gate, he realized that the room was already crowded, almost all the seats were occupied on the veranda.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Avete prenotato?>> asked a boy with short curly hair that was immediately approached the couple.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Martinelli, for due>> Paul said.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Siete fortunati, were usually necessary to book several days d'anticipo but today a couple has given up prenotazione>> told the boy as he pointed to the table reserved for them. He was in a tight angle, isolated from other customers by climbing plants, with a splendid view of the beach. The table, square four-seater, had been set for two, glowed in the center of the small red candles floating in glasses of colored glass. As soon as Paolo and Francesca were seated, the young man continued:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Today was a good day, fishing was rich and abundant, you're spoiled for choice. It will not be so tomorrow night should arrive in a storm and the sea is stormy, difficult to take the boats out to sea>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not too disturbing the signori>> said a woman in her forties, her face peaceful and clean with a few wrinkles too, who had approached the table and had delivered two copies of the menu.
\u0026lt;No disorder lady, let him do it, we like talking, and then many things are learned by listening>> Paul said as he took the list, I gave a copy to Frank and his eyes began to roll with different dishes.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'my son, his name is Philip. I am Clare, the wife of one of the owners. If you were to listen, will not leave you in peace, is a talker and likes to talk. Are interested in many topics, you can talk for hours about anything>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bene sentiamo: what we recommend Philip antipasto?>>
The fish was really fresh and the cook really bravo. Paolo and Francesca did not remember ever having eaten so well.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco because it is so crowded this locale, never tried fish dishes cooked meglio>>, "said Paul.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Interaction d'accordo, but it would take to finish a cake all'altezza>> said Francesca. Philip, as if he had heard, came over and had a book in hand, Paul recognized him and smiled.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Lei Paolo Martinelli is the famous scrittore, vero?> is not, "said the boy.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Caught in the very>> answered Paul, who then went on
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vedo you copy "virus" and I sense that you would like a dedica>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Certo, We can not escape me an opportunity of genere, also l'ho also known as Aunt Paula and we would like to ask them some pictures to add to our collection of celebrities who have visited our ristorante>> ;.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A two conditions però>> said the writer.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sarebbero?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;First. The photos are on display in a few months after we left the island, I would not be harassed or chased by journalists. Do you understand? The privacy ...>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I understand, you can do. And the second?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vorrei ask some questions to you and other holders of \u0026lt;local>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Wow>> said the boy, who then went on
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I bet it's here to write a new novel. Yellow with a mysterious murders, a murderess be discovered and a love story that will end badly ...>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Più meno, or mysteries to solve more than altro>> Paul said.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not as I understand, however, be useful io: are not aware of any fact or mystery worthy d'interesse>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Know Paola Greek stepfather, Simone Passera? E 'in prison for a robbery committed fifteen years ago>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Please note that Paola Greek is not my aunt, but he knows my parents are very attached to and Paola Angelo not only because they work together but also because they are very good friends for a long time. Paola I always love him very much and I have always called her aunt. His stepfather have never seen, I know that he is in prison but has always been a taboo subject in our house, I was never told how things have gone>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You could start by talking to your family. Have you ever been told how they met your parents?>> Frank intervened, had realized that it was better to face conversation with Philip not directly but through the story of his family.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here is this is a really interesting story, as well as the love story between Angelo and Paola, it would make a beautiful love story!>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come on then, he says. This could leave a big tip now and publish the book as a gift>> Paul said to entice the boy to speak. Philip looked around, pulled back a chair from the table, sat down and began to tell:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Marco Valenti is not my father, my name is Philip Pasquale. My father died when I was about three years. My mother says that my biological father was a thug: always out of money and often drunk. I can not tell exactly what he did, but in practice has stolen money from a mobster and they did kill. They killed my mother had it not been for Mark, my adoptive father. E 'was to pull him out of trouble, risking their lives. Often I hear them talk when they are alone and think that I do not listen, you know they say that was the best thing in their lives. Mom says that she would die soon and that I'd grown up in an orphanage, I would become a drifter. Mark repeated that he would live a little, he would be killed eventually ended up in jail or>>.
While Philip was speaking, Paul Frank looked into his eyes as if to confirm those words. Even for him to know it was the best thing that had happened. He reached out and touched her fingers. Francesca's eyes sparkled.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Marco ever told you that before you know your work was madre?>> asked Francesca.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not exactly, but once told me it was the wrong road. Now he wants me to study and give a hand when I'm free, only for him working and living honestly, you can be happy. The criminals do not sleep well at night, always repeating>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ti have never told how they met and when they sposati?>> asked Frank. Philip was a real talker, began to tell:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;When they met, I was very small but I remember something. For example, I know that for the first year we lived in a house in the countryside, isolated from the rest of the world. I remember five years my parents were married in church and when they left for their honeymoon and left me by Paola Angelo, on their return, we moved into this building and have begun to jointly manage the restaurant>> .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Before you told the story of Paula and Angelo was very nice …>> Paul was aware that Philip did not know or do not would tell details about the robbery or the profession of Marco Valenti, tried, therefore, to know details of those people who would become the characters of his novel.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;'s a story of love that seems taken from a novel of the nineteenth century, when, every now and then tell it, I get emotional. Paola's mother was widowed soon after the birth of her daughter falls in love for his unfortunate encounter of Passera Simone. She did not notice that the man was an arms dealer, was blinded by the gifts and the good life for the first time it was offered. When he opened his eyes, it was too late to leave, it can not be divorced from a boss without losing their lives. He tried, however, to protect her daughter from violence and had the good educational development and honesty. Unfortunately, the stepfather wanted to marry the son of Paola with another sponsor for a pact between the two clans.
Paola at the time he attended law school in the university library and met Angelo. The two were seen only in the early morning in the Church of Our Lady of Sorrows, was the only time that Paul was not monitored by the minions of Passera. The marriage of Paola was imminent, but now she was in love with Angelo, he would rather die than leave. Together they decided to flee to Paris where, there, they would be married and have lived. Fate, however, was not on their side. Days before, by accident, the driver that led to Mass every morning Paola, went to church, saw them talk, listened to everything and told Passera.
Angelo at the time he had been in a bad lap laundered money from the bad, it was basically a recruiter and one of its customers there was just Simone Passera. It was easy for the stepfather to get the ears of Finance the necessary information to arrest him. They took the very day of the flight, the airport while waiting for the arrival of Paola. But she would never have got the appointment because he had received a forged letter in which he explained the Angel who did not want to marry her and that he would go to live abroad alone.
Paola for a long time never knew the truth and found out that Angel was in jail. Luckily he managed to convince the stepfather not to marry her and send her off the island. He went to live in Paris, and vowed he would never, never married or someone who would have loved another man. After seven years
Angelo came out of prison and tried to find her but could not find it and did not know anything about her, but at that moment the fate smiled again at the two of them. Simone Passera committed the famous robbery and was arrested. Paola came home from his mother who was alone. Finally free and in control of his life.
The most exciting part of their story is the moment when you are reviewed. Back from Paris, Paul decided to revise his father, was the day of the sentence and went to court. As the judge read the verdict of conviction, turned Paola, Angelo saw in the last row, he came here hoping to find it, do not listen to the voice of the court, ran to him and together they left the court, they embraced and kissed. Both were crying. Since then they have never left even a moment. They say that for too many years have been away, can not waste any more time>>.
Philip was a really good storyteller, even Paolo and Francesca were in tears. Paul, his voice breaking with emotion said:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A really good story and you're very good at telling it, you become a good writer. You deserve a tip and you will be inspired by this story for my novel>>. Then he asked:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Potrei talk with Angel and Paola?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Eccoli, arrivati, hours are just call them and I will talk to loro>> Philip answered. As the boy got up from the table and went into what he called uncles, that's Roberto Morelli came into the restaurant, went to the two owners and began to talk to them. Every now and then the three would turn towards Paolo and Francesca, they were certainly the object of their discourse.
Paola approached the table by Paolo and Francesca. It was a wonderful quarant'enne with long hair and died, in a gentle voice and gentle, he introduced himself:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Good evening, I talked about you Phil, we are honored by your presence, but you see, we learned that you want to write a story about the robbery at the Commercial Bank of fifteen years ago and also went around asking about us. We do not want our stories to be made public, so I must ask you to leave our local>>.
Paolo and Francesca fell silent, they understood the reason for that gesture, paid the bill and they left the restaurant.
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