By Pericle Bartolini.’ Poor guy, whenever anything terrible happens, they always send him. Even the priest turns tail and runs when he sees him. ‘Pineta. It seemed like a simple accident, but what happened yesterday at the Hotel Santa Bona soon turned to tragedy. The first day of the Twelfth Inte...
Can’t breathe in this heat. Look at me, for that pain in the ass Fusco I’m going to catch the mother of all sunstrokes, damn him, and his mother for good measure. This was all Massimo was able to think as he walked to the station. To keep cool, he t...
The bad weather had begun during the night, and it continued unabated all morning, heedless of the baron’s plans (he had been hoping to offer his guests a walk in the woods with rifles on their shoulders, to bag a few fowl to be roasted) and much to the joy of the labourers (for once, they could ...
