Chapter XIII
Villa Valente is a building from the '700s in red brick, English style, half of it surrounded by a large park and the rest with a lawn.
If it hadn’t been for the accident, as the police had cataloged it, we would have arrived at our destination early. Having had to wait for the officers to draw up the report, read it aloud and have us sign it, we had arrived instead a good half hour later. Mark had taken the microphone, and from the jury’s bench had apologized to those present letting them know the reason for our tardiness. A large gazebo had been used as the stage and stood in the middle of the lawn. All around, in a semicircle, there were many garden chairs, though not enough for all the guests and many of them were standing. Among them I had noticed some who had been Mark
