“The stars of our own making
“The stars of our own makingshine the brightest.”
shine the brightest.”“Mama!”
The cry reached out to her as soon as she cracked opened the front door of her modest palazzo. Viviana burst with joy at the sound.
“Rudolfo! You have returned!”
They came together, arms entwining, kisses abounding, while all around them men at work continued without pause, save for one: Viviana’s eldest son, Marcello.
“Yes, he finally decided to return from his travels.” Marcello came to them, kissing his mother on both her cheeks. “Apparently the women in the Far East have grown sick of him.”
Still with one arm around his mother, the shorter of her sons poked the taller in the ribs.
The small, healed family laughed together, as they did so often ever since the poison infect
