their first together, and it would not be their last. She was already sleeping again when he returned and buried himself under the blankets. It was cold outside. He had Simona. Whitaker was in Milan, probably still asleep and probably in bed with an Italian woman. There was absolutely no one monitoring what he, Luigi, would do for the entire day. Marco was doing nothing but drinking coffee. He pulled Simona close and fell asleep. It was a clear, sunny day in early March. Marco finished a two- hour session with Ermanno. As always, when the weather cooperated, they walked the streets of central Bologna and spoke nothing but Italian. The verb of the day had been "fare," translated as "to do" or "to make," and as far as Marco could tell it was one of the most versatile and overused verbs in the entire language. The act of shopping was "fare la spesa," translated as "to make the expenses, or to do the acquisitions." Asking a question was "fare la domanda," "to make a question." Having breakfast was "fare la colazione," "to do breakfast." Ermanno signed off a little early, again claiming he had studies of his own to pursue. More often than not, when a strolling lesson came to an end, Luigi made his appearance, taking the handoff from Ermanno, who vanished with remarkable speed. Marco suspected that such coordination was meant to give him the impression that he was always being watched. They shook hands and said goodbye in front of Feltrineili's, one of the many bookstores in the university section. Luigi appeared from around a corner and offered the usual hearty "Buon giorno. Pranziamo?" Are we having lunch? "Certamente." The lunches were becoming less frequent, with Marco getting more chances to dine by himself and handle the menu and the service. "Ho trovato un nuovo ristorante." I have found a new restaurant. "Andiamo." Let's go. It wasn't clear what Luigi did with his time during the course of a day, but there was no doubt he spent hours scouring the city for different cafes, trattorias, and restaurants. They had never eaten at the same place twice.
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John Grisham - 2005