Marco saw her first and slowed. "Oh no," he muttered.
Luca barely glanced up. Valentina stepped forward.
"Have you no sense?!" she descended on them both.
Marco opened his mouth. "Val—"
"Shut up."
He shut up.
"One minute after Nonnina dies," she snapped, pointing between them, "one minute!...and you both decide the best way to honour her memory is to act like animals for the whole world to see?"
Neither man answered. They stood there with their hands in their pockets, clothes rumpled, bodies bruised, faces a mess. Luca had dried blood near his mouth. Marco's cheek was swelling badly, one eye beginning to darken.
Valentina moved from one man to the other, voice rising with every word. "At a hospital? Really?"
Under normal circumstances, it would have been a funny sight. With her visibly pregnant stomach, Valentina looked quite small compared to the two of them, and yet she spoke as if she had birthed both men, raised them badly, and was now deeply disappointed in the results.
