“to the Piazzale Loreto and machine-gunned them to death. I saw . . .” He broke down. “Tullio was one of them.” Uncle Albert and his father looked gut-shot. Aunt Greta said, “That’s not true! You must have seen someone else.” Pino,… — Mark T. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Uncle Albert fished in a canvas bag for bread, wine, cheese, and dried salami. The Beltraminis broke out five ripe cantaloupes. Pino’s father sat in the grass next to his violin case, his arms wrapped around his knees and an… — Mark T. Sullivan Copy Share Image
