It had to be done, after all, but he kept thinking about Lorenzo, who still hadn’t phoned him. He wanted to call him first, but didn’t, thinking that he would probably be studying anyway. He knew he had exams coming up and didn’t want to distract him. He checked his inbox every morning, hoping to find something from Lorenzo, but it was filled every day with nothing but junk mail. Now he just deleted them without even opening them. That Saturday morning, at the same time as always, phoned Francesco Aiello before he checked his email.“I'm coming. Be ready to go, I need you to come with me!” “Where to?” “I have to go and get 100 metres of pipe and take it to the house in the country. I need a hand.” Rosario still wasn’t dressed when he heard Francesco ring on the intercom. “You’re still not ready? Come on, it’s late!” “What’s the need for all the rush?” Rosario asked in the car. “We have to get to Caccamo.” “Caccamo? Why so far to buy a pipe, they don’t sell them here?”
