[Poggio]

He woke in the evening with a grunt as his dog moved to greet some one in his apartment. Immediately his brother started to lay into him, wheeling close to the bed. Until he saw the dark hand mark around Galvin's neck and the non stop questions started to pour from his mouth. The pestering continued late in the evening. By the time Galvin convinced his brother he was alright, he had forgotten about his Saturday rendezvous, but out of habit found himself taking his dog for a walk, wondering what he could eat for dinner.