A Glancing Light (A Chris Norgren Mystery) (1991) - Plot & Excerpts
This was not Clara Gozzi's discreet northern version, but the full Sicilian treatment: bone-cracking embrace, thunderous back-pummeling, noisy kiss on each cheek. And no slack mouthing at the empty air for Ugo, either. When he kissed you, he kissed you. The sensation was something like getting your cheek caught in a vacuum cleaner. I hugged him in return. Seeing Ugo always made me feel that the world wasn't such a complicated place after all, that there was still room for simple pleasures, simple motives— maybe even simple explanations to complicated-seeming things, although I was starting to doubt it. With a cupped hand he gently patted the side of my face where some bruising was still visible. "You're all right now?" he asked in his broad Italian. "It doesn't hurt?" "Not at all." I'd called a few days ago to fill him in on what had happened. "And Max? He's better?" "A little. It'll take time, though." "Ah, Cristoforo, if only I didn't ask the two of you to come get a drink with me, to walk with me to the station.
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