Myself: Well, if this is not for you, perhaps it is for Carolina’s wedding?
Aless:—that they shall all escape to Montalbano—
Caro (demurely): Not for my wedding. I shall never marry. I shall stay at home and look after my dear papa and my dear brothers.
Nina (recklessly): That’s all very pretty, but I’m going to get married. (She was sitting on the edge of the table swinging her legs.)
Aless:—that they shall all escape to Montalbano through the subterranean road which the devils—
Myself: Why don’t you tell me about Ettorina? Come to Ettorina.
Aless: One moment, if you please—which the devils will make on Wednesday evening—
Carm: You have not yet told me what it is in English.
Myself: What what is in English?
Carm: Io t’amo.