[Poggio]

Shaking his head he could not accept the apology. He grabbed the boys chin. “Zosa, no, we are not buying a house, we are not staying in russia. Tomorrow we are catching a train to Greece, we are going to the little chapel and before your family, the pope and god we are going to be married. “ He blinked taking a sharp breath. “Lets go home and pack.” With that he rose, unfurling his limbs and letting go.