I have started drafting a new character for a story set in Italy about different generations of women and the men in their lives. Nonna is obviously not happy with her choice of man!
Nonna slapped the espresso machine into existence and steam gathered in a cloud on the mirror over the bar. She glared in the mirror into the middle distance and swore under her breath. Her good-for-nothing husband was sitting there as usual like a fat salami in the square with all his friends. She shoved the milk jug under the frother like she was holding his head under a tap. He sat there enjoying himself while she did all the hard work as usual. Her assault on the coffee machine came to a halt and she poured two caffe lattes out into massive china bowls. She carried them over to a table and came back to the counter for two brioche and some paper serviettes. “Gianna, come down amore. Breakfast!” She sat down in the booth and waited for her grand-daughter to appear. She wouldn’t bother to make her husband breakfast or sit down and eat it with him.
A race was developing between the two boats along the rocky coastline. The cliffs and hills created dead spots of wind where the smaller boat caught up until it found itself becalmed and the larger boat headed past the hill and into a fresh gust of wind. They went in fits and starts until they were beyond the headland and out in open sea. Then the real race began. The brothers tightened up the sheets to pick up speed.
Anthony and Lucas watched their sister walk up the path with trepidation. They suddenly felt like it was a really bad idea but neither of them had had a better one, so they had gone along with it. They followed at a discrete distance and watched from the wooded area just below the Captain’s house. They saw Frankie and Joe acting their socks off to be casual, but there was real fear in their eyes when they came out in the grasp of the two men. The men picked them up like sacks of flour and headed in the direction of where the brothers were hiding. They let them go past. Jonas was accompanied past them by his body guard. Anthony and Lucas could see that he was not there by choice. They let the group get ahead a little bit and then followed them slowly keeping them in sight.