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The boy peered around the corner of the street. She had not realised he had followed her. She was his sister and he was concerned as the streets were not safe for young girls, at least that is what his mother had told him.
Giuseppe’s hand was twitching, and he was shaking slightly. He was a reluctant fly on the wall. He did not want to follow his sister but he had no choice, as he was obliged to follow his mother’s instructions. His sister Constanza, was standing alone, looking rather intimately into the eyes of the young man, with whom Giuseppe thought was at least infatuated with her.
They were both oblivious to what was going on around them. They were only absorbed in each other. Now was all that mattered. This was their moment.
If today could last forever this was it. Locked together for eternity.
The boy’s mother had other plans. She did not like her daughter’s preferred choice. Luca is a Neapolitan. They are “country bumpkins”. They have no class. It was a snobbish point of view but her view was final.
The mother, Flavin, was from Siena, a beautiful city in the Tuscan hills. It was a known fact that northern Italians looked down on southerners.
Giuseppe had bristled somewhat at the rather blunt observation. Was his mother a snob? He was beginning to think she was. His father had not said anything as usual. He had never stood up to his wife. She was the dominating matriarchal figure of the house to the point of overbearing. Giuseppe was annoyed at the way he had been drawn in to spy on his sister. He sighed, and thought fine, mum will no longer ask me to spy on Constanza it’s not fair. He walked away and crossed the road, watching the moped pass by on the noisy roads. A man was on his bike, and a women was holding on tightly, afraid for dear life, and of the traffic whizzing past. This was Florence, one of the noisiest cities in Europe. The old houses had no ventilation against the noise of the traffic in the streets.
Giuseppe closed his eyes. If only the earth could swallow him up. He hated being the go between. He wracked his brain hard. Unfortunately it looked that he had little option but to lie to his mother. Being a truthful boy, this worried him. He twitched and fidgeted constantly. He was not happy. Yet he did have a choice. He was going back and telling his mother that he would no longer spy for her. He made the brave decision while observing his sister. He felt pity for her. Giuseppe’s mind was set. He took a last glance at his sister and her lover held together in a firm embrace, remembered his courage and walked slowly with faltering steps, back in the direction towards his home.