04-11-2008, 12:07 AM
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Truth be told, Giuseppe had not been expecting a warm reception. Disinterest at the very best; probably another male to rival for Maria's affections. She was a gorgeous woman, and he was certainly not the only handsome fellow to have noticed. He was very much relieved that his assumptions appeared to be wrong at the moment. They had all been through enough hellfire and frenzy in the last few days. "L'ho mancata anche l'innamorato." To have her wrapped up safe in his arms was sweet indeed. He had missed her more than he cared to admit.[/html]
Missing her was not, however, what finally drove him from the windswept seaside cottage. He had passed through anger, grief, and depression, but what had finally served to tear him away was the thought of another man raising his son. Beppe would be almost an adult now, but Giu, remembering his own wild teenage years, figured he'd be needed now more than ever. Probably not wanted, but he intended to be there all the same.
He pulled away gently, and looked Maria full in the face. He nearly drowned in the deep pools of her eyes as he studied them critically, carefully. His own glance was still warm, but crackled with intensity as he queried, "Il Maria, dove Beppe è? Dove mio figlio è?"