The seat of Green Valley was the center of Catania, it was necessary to get across town in traffic to move but it was not easy at that time. Paul had a nervous driving that day, composed of continuous acceleration and sudden braking. She was often distracted and looking through the rear window. The green light was fixed for some time but the car in front had stopped, the lane opposite a row of cars prevented a left turn. He saw the yellow trigger. Paul, increasingly impatient, crushed the accelerator, the car surpassed that preceded it and, using a small gap that had formed between a Panda and un'Opel stroke, managed to turn. The driver of the Corsa pulled up abruptly, nearly risked a pile-up. Several horn began to sound in protest. A rather elegant lady with a dog on board lifted his middle finger against him. A man in his sixties, at the wheel of a truck carrying debris down the window and shouting insults him, he spoke in the dialect of Catania and the only thing he could understand was: learning to drive.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nervosetto, today eh?>> Francesca was remained silent, watching him ride and could not understand it depended on what that state of anxiety.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vedo that the race this morning I did not want to lead relaxed tanto, io?>> Churches courtesy more than anything to see if his agitation was because he knew that Paul loved to drive and would not have left the steering wheel.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, now we have arrived. Park here and then walk>>.
Paolo and Francesca left the Mercedes in a parking fee, then walked a stretch of Via Etna. Every so often stopped to watch a showcase. The shops were mostly boutique presents the latest innovations in fashion. Francesca stared for a long time a bag and then exclaimed:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Molto bella, but prezzi>>. Paul almost did not listen, instead he looked at his watch and said,
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I I'm hungry because we do not stop at the stall to eat qualcosa?>>. The man in his sixties, thin, wiry with short hair, light-skinned but tanned and with a long white apron, inviting passersby to stop. He transformed a wooden cart in shop on wheels, the smell that emanated rice balls was intense.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Gladly, the smell is very inviting and then we can not say that they were in Sicily if you do not taste it at least a>>. Paolo and Francesca came to himself and, after waiting several minutes for their turn, ordered several oranges. On the right, not far from there, Paul noticed a wall, he beckoned to Frank that he understood his intention. They sat down and began to eat.
The real treat was the food taste delicious but savor watching the people walk, listening to the sounds and the sounds of the city, surrounded by the bright colors: blue sky, yellow reflections of the sun, the white sheets laid out, the red brick and the various shades of gray plaster.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Aspetta a attimo, I go buy a altro>> Paul said. Francesca did not have time to turn that had already lost sight of. Perhaps we should go to the bathroom in a bar, he thought. The minutes passed. Two, then ten, fifteen, sixteen. Francesca increasingly took the pulse of the eyes to see the clock. After twenty minutes, got up and looked right then left, took a few steps toward walking. No, he had lost sight of. If you do not come back in fifteen minutes, I call his cell phone, she told herself. He was about to dial the number when they saw him coming, he smiled.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Where have you been? You had me worried, you know?>> Frank scolded.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mi are distracted a attimo, I was watching a historical building dietro> there> is justified Paul then continued:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Let's late. The work awaits us>>. She held out her hand, she greeted and shook it.
The sales office of Green Valley was a nineteenth century building, richly decorated with friezes, statues of angels and lions carved on the jambs of the main entrance.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buongiorno, utile?> how can I be> asked the young as soon as the pair crossed the threshold. The girl in his twenties, was blonde with curly hair and slim. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with long sleeves rather heavy. It was not rigged but was very nice, his voice was shrill, denoted a cheerful and sunny.
Paul understood that this building was not only the legal and administrative center of Green Valley, but also the direct selling of farm produce. The entire ground floor was tastefully decorated. The wall had shelves full of bottles of extra virgin olive oil, all classified by year of collection, quality and size. At the center of the room, placed in a disorder studied, there were wooden crates filled with blood oranges from Sicily. On the walls, paintings representing scenes of rural life and company photo. Scattered agricultural tools of the past century or items related to rural life.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vorremmo give un'occhiata, is possibile?>> Paul, who responded with indifference, with Francesca, he tried to give the impression of being a couple of tourists.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sicuro, face with a comfortable and if you need anything or ask advice pure>>. The girl sat behind the counter and began to read a book. Paul was able to read the title: Lecture notes I. Analysis Sometimes the young noted a sentence with their lips, without emit sounds, repeated and then trying not to get noticed raised his eyes from the text and watched the odd pair of tourists.
After looking around the shop for good, Paul took two bottles of oil from the shelf and went to the cashier. He noticed two posters fixed to the walls, one was a poster advertising a boxing match for the national championship-middle class maximum of twenty years earlier, the second was a portrait of a man, he recognized Roberto Morelli.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Conosce quell'uomo?>> politely asked the girl who did not wait for the answer, but went
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'my father was the first boxer now the owner of the>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What she would be his figlia?>> Paul asked.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well, daughter is not quite correct, it is not my biological father. He married my mother and I call him Dad>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Potremmo lui, we talk to some questions that we would only curiosity fare: curiosità, soddisfare>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not in sede, should now ask my madre>>. Just then came down the stairs with a beautiful forty-blond hair in a strand, a skirt at the knee and a white shirt for men.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;THE particolare?> lords want something in> the woman asked.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Desiderano talk papà, the conoscono, I was telling him he is not here but can be found on campi>> said the daughter.
\u0026lt;'No we do not know direttamente, only fama>> Paul pointed out. Frank realized that maybe she would be able to grasp more easily the confidences of another woman and intervened
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello my name is Frank and he Alighieri Paolo Martinelli, we are journalists. We are reconstructing the history of famous boxers, not the great champions, however, than the public already knows everything. We would like to write about her husband, we may ask you some questions?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;My name is Isabella Condorelli and this is my daughter Martina, he studied engineering, but when a moment of freedom, is to help in the shop. I will be happy to answer but I must say that my husband does not climb into the ring for fifteen years. He left that world and did not attend more>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, we know. After he won that last match against Dudley Connor has fought more>> Frank had sought information on the internet and had read the record of that meeting. Paul Frank was surprised by that statement had not yet fully understood what was careful and take seriously the research work.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sa, I marito, of my life when he was pugile, nulla, do not know, I never interested and I never asked niente>> answered Condorelli.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;When you have conosciuti?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Fifteen years ago. I was a single mother, young, abandoned by her family, I had to grow my small daughter alone. It 'was hard. I did things that Today I am not proud, but there are two facts that have brought me great joy: the first was to give birth to my daughter even when all they wanted abortissi and the second is marrying Robert Morelli>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;How l'ha conosciuto?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Those were the days after his last fight, he, too, as I was desperate with no future, had won but had been abandoned by his manager. He had a lot of money to some people and risked his life. We did a job together. A mutual friend gave us the opportunity to earn some money. We met at that time>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;may tell me what the job is?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm sorry but I can not speak. I can only say that after he was so good for us and for other people>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not been gentilissima, but perhaps for some specific questions on boxing would be better to speak directly with his marito, could be so kind as to tell us where we can trovarlo?>> Paul got involved, the information received was sufficient and died the desire to speak with the former boxer.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;time the spiego>> said the woman, who then wrote up a business address, and illustrated with in great detail how to reach her husband. Paul paid for the oil, and greeted with Francesca left the room.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hai done careful research on this Morelli mattina, vedo>> Paul said as soon as they got behind the wheel.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Certo while you have fun correre, I lavorato>> Francesca said jokingly.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sempre cosa, the more interesting you think it's just not the robbery of the Isabella Condorelli banca?>> Paul asked.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Forse that chore done with Morelli and their mutual friends had quello>> said Francesca, who then went on
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But think of the woman as a robbery it is very difficult, it seemed a good person, in love with her man and then takes a good soul to her daughter. Sure she has confessed to having done something wrong but fair ... and what is this?>> Francesca interrupted in mid sentence, observed a strange package had not noticed that before and asked Paul.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For te, is a gift for te>> said, smiling. Francesca opened it, found the bag that had so long looked in the window a few hours earlier.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco Pranzo, where you were going to buy it and then you ran to l'hai flow auto, not vero?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sì, confess l'ho fatto>>. Francesca was happy and smiling, came up to Paul, who at that time was concentrated at the helm and kissed him.
It was not difficult to reach the farm itself, was about forty kilometers outside the city towards the town of Aragon. The information provided by Isabella Condorelli were accurate and detailed. The view left speechless, cultivated green fields separated by narrow streets lined with rows of trees. In the background, imposing Mount Etna.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco we should ask arrivati, quell'uomo>> said Paul, who stopped the car, parked beside the road and on foot reached a farmer who at that time lowered to the ground by a pick olives red net. Francesca had been sitting in the car, he saw that the man with the outstretched arm pointed to a stone cottage, then Paul came back and said
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sì is the place giusto, l'Abbé trovato>>. Frank got out and walked on foot to Paul what must have been a crusher.
Paul knocked, the door was open, loudly said
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello? E 'permission?>>. No one answered, silence, then a crash of tin buckets, and then someone appeared. The man was about fifty grand, tall with muscles firm and even toned view.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now go downstairs. If you want to shatter the olives, but now it is late you have to come back tomorrow morning>>.
\u0026lt;'No we would like to speak with reporters Roberto Morelli, is lei?>> Paul asked.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Interaction io, you want to me?>> Morelli said.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nothing just ask you a few questions about boxing, its activity, curiosity. We would like to write an article about her>>. The man frowned and then grabbed a pitchfork and threatened:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;away, go away. I do not intend to answer any questions>>, then shut them out, slamming the door.
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