Broken Hearts On Boulevard Unirii novel Chapter 85

"Everybody is fine. Do you want me to pick you up at the airport in Florence?" she asked.

"I couldn't get onto a flight to Florence, so I am arriving in Rome and will take the train to Arezzo," I replied.

"What time do you arrive?" she inquired.

"The plane lands at seven in the evening, so if there are no delays, I should be home around eleven o'clock," I answered.

I walked to the back of the church, entered the cemetery and began walking on the narrow path between the tombstones until I reached Fabrizio's tombstone. It was a white Carrara marble we had bought directly from the importer. Seeing his name carved on the marble gave me the shivers. I placed the flowers in the marble jug affixed to the front of the stone. I stood quietly and leaned against the cold stone, and began to think about growing up with him, our meetings in the Caffé Dei Costanti, his wedding and the birth of his daughter Rosanna. I remembered our trips to Romania and the bar he invested all his emotional and financial resources in, and finally I remembered Luciana. I felt guilty, as I was the one who pushed him to come to Romania. I stood for a long time not taking my eyes off the tombstone.

I departed from him saying, "I will be back. You won't be lonely. Rosanna is here are very soon your grandchild will come to visit you too."

With a heavy heart I left the cemetery and went to my apartment. I packed my suitcase and stuffed as much as possible into it, so that I had fewer things to take back with me the next time I came.

Oana had not called and since I was hungry I went to the café to get a sandwich and a coffee. There was a group of young boys and girls drinking and having a good time. While eating my sandwich, I couldn't help looking at them and wondering how we must have looked with the young girls, the age of our daughters, tagging along behind us.

Tired from the hectic day, I went up to my apartment. My phone was flashing, I had a missed call from Oana, but I was too tired to call her back. Although it was only nine o'clock, I got into bed and within a few minutes I was asleep.

At seven in the morning I was awakened by the phone ringing. The broker who had sold my apartment on Cismigiu was on the line.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," he said.

"I'm not so pleased, especially that you are calling me so early in the morning," I replied.

"Why?" he asked. "Did you not receive what you wanted?"

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