Tonio reached for the phone. “Buon
giorno…Buon giorno,” Antonio repeated.
“Tonio, turn the phone around. You have it
upside down,” Karl laughed.
“Oh, sorry. Buon giorno,” he said
again after righting the receiver.
“Buon giorno,” Karl could just hear
the voice on the other end of the call. “Ciò è voi sveglia la
chiamata. Il vostro giro va per Venezia a dieci in punto.”
As usual, unless it was Tonio speaking to
him, Karl couldn’t understand the Italian.
Karl saw him nod. “Grazie.
Arrivederci.”
Tonio hung up the phone, and stretched out
again on top of the older man. The action caused Karl to slip from
the confines of his lover’s body. He sighed at the feeling of
loss.
“Who was that?”
“The man that wakes us up. He says to be
ready to go to Venice by ten o’clock.”
Karl look
