Again, I was utterly humbled.
 
 But I was glad to have a new teacher to show me how to be a better man.
 
 As the reception continued late into the night, I received a text on my phone.
 
 As soon as I read it, I froze.
 
 My heart skipped a beat –
 
 And I immediately went to Dario.
 
 “What is it?” he asked when he saw my stunned expression.
 
 My initial shock turned to joy, and I grinned. “The Council has agreed to hear our petition next week in Rome.”
 
 Not only could we possibly end this war with Fausto –
 
 But I would be able to see Sofia again.
 
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 The morgue attendant – the man Dante had garroted – presumably became roommates with another corpse in a coffin.
 
 As for Aurelio’s body, we transported it back to Modena.
 
 A couple of foot soldiers dug a grave in the field behind the farm, and Fausto had them lower the body bag into the hole.
 
 No casket, no priest, no service. Not even a crowd – just me, Fausto, Dante, and the two gravediggers.
 
 Fausto watched with red eyes as the foot soldiers filled the hole back in. Then he went back to the farmhouse without a word.
 
 “Go get cleaned up,” Dante ordered the two sweaty foot soldiers.
 
 Then it was just Dante and me left standing there over the grave.
 
 “Jesus,” Dante muttered.
 
 “What?” I asked.
 
 “I wasn’t the kid’s biggest fan, but that’s no fuckin’ way to end up,” Dante growled as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
 
 “What do you mean?”
 
 Dante looked at me like,Are you fucking kidding?“With your head bashed in and buried out in the middle of nowhere like a two-bit chump.”
 
 I could sense there was something he was wrestling with. I wanted to know more, so I decided to exploit the smoker’s bond yet again. “Could I get one of those?”
 
 He gave me a cigarette and lit both his and mine.
 
 “Thanks.”
 
 “No problem,” he grunted.
 
 After I took a puff, I said, “So you weren’t Aurelio’s biggest fan.”
 
 Dante gave a short, gruff bark of a laugh. “No.”