Chapter 198 Carlo's

• Carlo's restaurant at eight.
• The same corner table where it had all begun. The same warm yellow light that had made Xavier walk in on a cold evening long ago because it had looked like the kind of warmth worth going toward. The same smell of something good coming from the kitchen. The same Carlo who appeared within thirty seconds of them sitting down with wine he had already selected and the expression of a man who was genuinely pleased to see the people he was genuinely pleased to see.
• He said something in Italian.