“Are we leaving Italy?” Already in the car, she snaps out of her lethargy when the drive takes a little over half an hour.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, considering I remember everything I said. Sorry for the lack of composure.”
“You can lose it whenever you want, my dear. As long as it’s only with me. It wouldn’t be well seen for a future Vitale to be drunk in front of the family.” She laughs, amused.
“Where are we going?” she asks when the sea begins to appear in her view.
“A family restaurant near the beach that has the best gelato in Sicily.”
“Dessert,” she says, smiling at me. f**k, if I could, the dessert would be something else.
We enter the place, choose our ice creams, and when she gets ready to sit at one of the tables, I stop her.
“In the sand, where you wanted to be.”
