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The word “Later!”—its sound, tone, and attitude—was striking. It was the first time I’d heard someone use it to say goodbye. It came across as harsh, abrupt, and detached, with the subtle indifference of someone who might not be interested in seeing or hearing from you again. It’s the first thing I remember about him, and even now, I can still hear it echo. “Later!” I close my eyes, whisper the word, and I’m instantly transported back to Italy, many years ago, walking down the driveway shaded by trees. I watch him emerge from the cab, wearing a billowy blue shirt with an open collar, sunglasses perched on his nose, a straw hat on his head, skin visible under the wide-open collar. In a swift motion, he shakes my hand, hands me his backpack, takes his suitcase from the cab’s trunk, and inquires whether my father is home.
It might have begun right there: his shirt, sleeves rolled up, the heels of his feet slipping in and out of worn espadrilles, eager to test the hot gravel path leading to our house. Each step seemed to ask, Which way to the beach? Another dull summer guest, I thought.
Almost unconsciously, with his back already turned to the car, he waved dismissively with the likely someone who shared the taxi fare from the station. No names exchanged, no playful remarks to ease the awkward goodbye. Just a one-word farewell—brisk, bold, and indifferent—pick whichever fits.
He seemed indifferent. I imagined that when the time came, he would say goodbye with a casual, careless “Later!” Meanwhile, we were stuck with him for six long weeks. He intimidated me completely—so distant and unapproachable. Yet, I thought , I knew I would come to hate him. This was the very person whose photo on the application form had once promised instant connections.
anything that helped them focus on their work. Offering our home to these academics was my parents’ way of supporting intellectual pursuits while fostering a scholarly atmosphere. Each summer, for six weeks, I moved out of my bedroom to accommodate these guests, relocating to a smaller room further down the hallway that had been my grandfather’s, filled with mystery and family lore. In the off-season, when we stayed in the city, this space transformed into a part-time toolshed and storage room. It was rumored to hold a lingering presence of my grandfather, whose restless spirit was said to haunt it. Our guests enjoyed free accommodations and had open access to our home, allowing them a conducive environment for their manuscript revisions.
As long as they spent an hour or so each day assisting my father with his correspondence and various paperwork, they were free to do as they pleased. Over the fifteen years of this arrangement, they became integral to our family. We grew accustomed to receiving postcards and gift packages not only during the Christmas season but throughout the year. These tokens came from people who had become deeply devoted to our family. Whenever they were in Europe, they’d make a point to visit B. with their loved ones for a day or two, indulging in a nostalgic tour of their old haunts. Meals often included two or three additional guests, whether they were neighbors, relatives, colleagues, lawyers, doctors, or even the affluent and well-known stopping by to see my father on their way to their own summer retreats.
Occasionally, we would welcome tourist couples into our dining room who had heard about the old villa and were eager to visit. They would be completely delighted when invited to join us for a meal and share their stories, while Mafalda, informed at the last moment, prepared her usual dishes. My father, though reserved and shy in private, enjoyed nothing more than a lively conversation with a budding expert in a particular field, switching between several languages. This would unfold

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