DRACO
“Fontane, you made it. I hope I haven’t made things difficult for you, calling you here on such short notice.” Average! Not bad looking, but the eyes look worn, and there’s a slight sloop to the shoulders. His smile, though, is sincere.
“Not at all, forgive me for saying it, but I’ve always wanted to see the inside of this place. From the outside, it looks like something from the movies but inside is even better.”
He looked down at the smooth shine of the white Statuario marble with the painting of a family at play in a garden with something approaching awe. The pope has the Sistine chapel, Sophia Russo has Van Helten. “I’ll tell my wife you like what she’s done with the place.” I walked him to the downstairs study since I didn’t know him well enough to take him deeper into my home.
