Giuseppe's breath went out of him when he heard of Beppe's nearness, a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Again, he'd been afraid of what the answer might be. In the blindness of relief, he let the steady pressure on his arm guide him downward, till they were sitting side by side on the sandy beach. "Buono. Sarò contento per vederlo ancora." The simple phrase left much unsaid, but Giu had about all of the emotional upheaval he could take for the day. The rest could wait.[/html]
He listened to the wind and the waves for a moment, and watched the cooking fish near completion. He'd be able to feed Maria at least, which satisfied the demands of his manly pride. A silence stretched out, but it was a comfortable one (at least on his part). Words would destroy the current peace he felt, and tonight he needed that to go undisturbed. The fire hissed and spit, a smaller version of the fury that had left the nearby land ravaged. "Dovremmo andare a casa presto. I fuochi hanno lasciato questo luogo maledetto." He sat with his knees drawn up, elbows resting; as he spoke, he couldn't bring himself to look at Maria's response. This place had brought him nothing but terror and pain, and he wanted to return to the peace and sanity of his home country. But only, only if he need not return alone.
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