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 looked at the b
