“Anything you can spare." "You can have it all." "Really?" "I'm leaving on Sunday, same as you. You can have whatever's left." Harry took in the news. "Why are you leaving?" "I want to go home, I want to see Mum. That sounds pathetic, doesn't it?" "No," said Harry. "Not if it means I get all the money." By midmorning a small army had descended on the villa. Trucks and vans jostled for space in the courtyard, disgorging everything from flowers to food, crockery to Chin...ese lanterns. There were even two pigs skewered on spits, ready for roasting. The whole operation unfolded with military precision, coordinated by a handful of generals hired for the occasion, with Signora Docci and Maurizio acting as joint commanders-in-chief. She seemed much more inclined to involve him and allow him a say than she had the other day. Maria bustled about in her efficient and rather formidable fashion, keen to exercise her authority over the outsiders—a category to which Adam and Harry clearly belonged, in her view.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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