It was a given that Baresi trusted him blindly, respected him like no one else, in fact, such a trust also applied to his eternal friend Sonia Casoni. And that very thought sent him even more delirious.
«Oh no, f**k! »
«What's wrong? » Santini asked. He had recovered from the anger from a little while before.
«Sonia will kill us both. »
«Oh, Jesus! » it was Santini's turn to exclaim, and he even seemed to be standing in front of the gallows waiting to be hanged. «We forgot the dinner; Sonia will really kill us. I’ll say it was your fault. She is in love with you and won't do anything to you. We have to care for each, right?»
«Ah, sure. A really good friend! » Baresi answered. «But if we have to help each other, why don't you take the blame? Anyways, I’ll call her. It’ll be best for e
