[Poggio]

When Zosa was quietly slumbering, the professor slipped from the bed. He set lids on all the food before mopping up the over flow of water that came from the bathroom. Silently he opened one of the windows to let in the fresh summer air before tucking away the used table and boxes. Once finished he slid back into the tiny cot, listening to Zosa for a while before finding one of his romance novels.