'Leave our father out of this!' snapped Orestina.
She scooped up the remaining pastry, which her sister had been eyeing, wrapped it in a paper napkin and slid it into her bag.
'And now we must be going, or we'll be late for our classes.'
Aurelio Zen laid a hand on both their sleeves.
'Mind, don't tell your boyfriends! Otherwise the deal's off.'
'I don't need to tell Gesualdo/ Orestina replied scornfully.
'Exactly!'
Filomena chimed in. 'Sabatino already knows whatever I'm going to say to him. We're so perfectly attuned. It's almost mystical, the rapport we have/ Aurelio Zen stood looking at the two sisters, so different, so similar, so confident, so vulnerable. For a moment he felt a slight sense of regret, almost of guilt, at what he was doing. Then he shook his head, paid the bill, took them each by the arm and led them out into the bright wash of sunlight overlaying the town and the bay beyond.