Un Lampo di Bianco Scene 81

“Oh Jesus,” Tony said. The pieces were starting to fall into place.
“The last time I saw my husband alive, he was drunk and weeping. He told me he loved Emma, that he loved me, that he never meant for any of this to happen. I was disgusted. I cursed him and left. When I came back the next morning…” The woman’s hands shook while he spoke and Tony could see the worry lines in her face. “…I found the body. He was as dead as Homer and Virgil and the other ancient masters he devoted his life to.”
The tension of the moment was broken by a knock on the door. Both Tony and Francesco turned to see a young woman in a navy blue uniform. A fine white dust coated her brown hair and the front of her skirt.