[Marcello heard the door come off the latch as his brother pushed it open and walked into the apartment, where he pushed it closed - and he could hear the lock click. His hearing was still as sharp as he could remember, which was one of the few things to make him smile these days.]
[He was sitting on one of the lounge chairs when his brother came further inside, leaning forward slightly. A thought seemed to cross his face. It might have been about anything.]
You have been out again.
[Angelo would have known exactly what he meant. Pubs. Fights. Women. Serph? Perhaps not.]
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[He was sitting on one of the lounge chairs when his brother came further inside, leaning forward slightly. A thought seemed to cross his face. It might have been about anything.]
You have been out again.
[Angelo would have known exactly what he meant. Pubs. Fights. Women. Serph? Perhaps not.]