The sun was already hot and shone brightly through his window. He looked out and saw that Marco, Leo and Calypso were having breakfast on the terrace below; they appeared to be talking seriously.I wonder if Marco is having second thoughts about Granny Rosie and me, he considered. After all, it seems incredible, impossible even, that I should turn up out of the blue and he’d agree that we’re related. Yesterday they had planned visits, and although Marco had said that he wouldn’t be able to come to England as his arthritic legs couldn’t withstand the long journey and the English weather was too cold and damp for him, he’d suggested that Daniel might come back and bring Rosie.Leo had said that he and Calypso would come to England but that they couldn’t leave Italy until after the grape and olive harvest, which began in mid-September, and that would mean travelling in the winter months.Daniel washed and dressed and marvelled at the luxury of this lovely old house. It had been a fortified castle, Marco had told him, and he had bought it forty years ago for his wife and himself and their daughters when they were infants.
