"Fedeltà" drabbles by Neville Hunt

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Fedeltà #760

When the laughter died, there was a pause at the end of which Livia gave Sofia a look which might have said ‘Well if you want to, then go right ahead.’ Neither woman would be volunteering, but both women knew the other’s views of Tony.

Sofia moved the subject on. “So Livia, what brought you to Town today?”

“Appointment with a specialist.” Livia saw an opportunity for some research.

“Anything serious?” asked Sofia.

“Not sure yet... the kind of thing that’s frightening to think and talk about, so I don’t talk about it.”

“When will you know?”


“Good luck!”

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Really cut up

Fedeltà #759

Apart from the ring thing, Livia’s lunch with Sofia was the kind of small talk two women not close to each other might engage in. Sofia was sympathetic to Livia’s loss, but quickly moved on when Livia talked about Tony.

“Do you still go over to Marcia’s on the weekends?” asked Livia, “or is your love life keeping you here?” she added mischievously.

“Not as often,” replied Sofia, “why do you ask?”

“Wondering if you’d noticed how strange Tony’s behaving lately. Terry’s death really cut him up.”

“Cut him up? What a brilliant idea! When?” suggested Sofia, prompting a laugh.

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Paolo’s angst

Fedeltà #758

Despite noticing that Sofia was fiddling with her finger and deducing that it might be missing a ring, Livia had no suspicions that she might be hiding what Mary Flaherty claimed was her diamond. Why should she? However, if Sofia had been flashing a brand new diamond ring, Livia might well have twigged.

Fortunately for Paolo, Sofia was smart enough not to trust Livia and certainly not to show anything off that might draw attention or envy. Unfortunately Paolo didn’t get to know this.

He called Sofia, found out she’d just met Livia, and from then on, was bricking it.

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A fine ring thing

Fedeltà #757

"Looks like that finger of yours is missing a ring!" Livia couldn't resist probing. "Getting one resized, or waiting for some fella to be generous?"

Sofia was easily able to handle searching questions, but as unconsciously as she had fiddled with the finger, she immediately whipped her left hand away. For someone as skilled in observation as Livia, that was a real giveaway... and indicated secrecy and embarrassment. Nonetheless, the reply was cool, as you might expect from one cool customer such as Sofia.

"Chance would be a fine thing!" she sighed, "and it's the wrong finger too, damn it!"

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Why? or Who?

Fedeltà #756

Livia noticed things. It was an excellent characteristic. What many might think as some almost psychic power was in reality just observation and making connections.

Sofia fiddling with a ring finger lacking a ring said to Livia that either there'd been one there and Sofia had temporarily removed it.... why? Or it was wishful thinking, probably about some romantic involvement... who?

Sofia wasn't stupid. When Paolo entreated her not to wear the diamond ring out and about, she knew it could be dangerous. She wouldn't back down with Paolo, but maybe it wasn't smart to wear it out... not yet.

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Finger exercise

Fedeltà #755

Sofia met Livia in a little eatery in Beauchamp Place, close to her Knightsbridge office. Over a glass of wine and simple salad, Sofia started with sympathetic comments surrounding Terry's death. She hadn't forgotten though how she, Livia and Marcia had met to plot the demise of the twins not long back a few streets away. But Sofia was treading carefully, always unsure of Livia's motives.

Livia broke the tone by asking brightly, "How are you Sofe? How's the love life?" When asked this, Sofia unconsciously fiddled with her right-hand 'ring finger' which was missing its ring. Livia noticed.

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No change

Fedeltà #754

"Hi Marcia... Livia. Haven't seen you for ages. Fancy meeting for lunch this week to catch up? Somewhere local maybe. I've heard there's a new Moroccan in Chigwell doing a brilliant plate of mixed Meze at lunchtimes."

"I know it: it's very good. How about tomorrow?" Marcia seemed very keen.

"Can't do tomorrow; got to see my consultant I'm afraid. Thursday maybe?"

"OK... Your consultant?... Is it serious?"

"Hope not! Shouldn't be... fingers crossed. But I must say Marcia I'm rather worried about Tony. How does he seem to you?"

"A miserable bastard... so no change there!"

Both women laughed.

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Coming up for air

Fedeltà #753

Livia was decisive, she didn't delay. She called Sofia's mobile.

Sofia answered, surprised but friendly.

"Hi Sofia" began Livia "sorry I've not been in contact since... y'know. It's all been a bit... difficult, what happened and Luca being around and whatever. I feel I'm coming up for air now."

"Must've been difficult for you and Luca... oh and Tony too" Sofia was sympathetic.

"Oh Tony... well he seems to be completely off the scale!" supplied Livia, continuing, "look... I'm up in town for an appointment tomorrow. Can I buy you lunch and we can catch up?"

"Sounds a terrific idea!"

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Fedeltà #752

Of one thing Livia was certain, neither Marcia or Sofia were to be trusted fully. She was suspicious that either one of them or both, individually or together, could have ambitions of taking over the business, and thus had every reason to plot Tony's downfall. Livia knew this because of her own ambitions for power and control.

As potential opponents, she somehow had to get under their defences, to build a strong personal relationship with each, despite their distance over the years. Her new best friendships would be threefold, discrete and discreet, would include Mary Flaherty... while she needed them.

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Testing the currents

Fedeltà #751

Whilst the three women had met as a trio before, Livia decided that she wanted to meet them each alone. She felt she needed to find out what level of allegiance, or enmity either of them had towards Tony. On the face of it, from what they had said earlier, both of them wanted to see Tony out of the way, dead and buried.

Or so they had said... but with Tony gone, what would that mean for Marcia and her lifestyle?

And Sofia, seemingly a bit more hard-nosed than Marcia, why should she be interested in Tony's demise?

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Danger women

Fedeltà #750

This was the second time in a single afternoon that Paolo had got his marching orders. Had he thought he was going to get some time together alone with her, he was very wrong. He was off for an evening alone, going over in his own head the arrangements for Terry's funeral.

Livia had arrangements of her own to make. She wanted to arrange a meeting with the other two women in the Monelli clan, Marcia and Sofia. She had always seen them as potentially dangerous, individually a partial match to her own skills, ruthlessness and ambitions. But if combined...

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Fedeltà #749

‘That Flaherty woman is something else!’ thought Paolo, ‘she’s scary!’ He shuddered, thinking about the diamond issue again. With Livia described as “me friend’ and getting such a discount, he was most concerned that Livia and Sofia should not meet, lest that wretched diamond ring is on display.

But right now he needed to get these brochures back to Livia and put the decision making in her court. When he arrived back at Livia’s he was rather thrown when she pleasantly dismissed him, saying.

“I’ll leave all the arrangements to you, Paolo. You know what I want. I trust you.”

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Family business

Fedeltà #748

Half-price. Well that was the first that Donal had heard of it and a frown immediately appeared on his brow, but disappeared just as quickly when he caught Mary’s imperious look. Half-price it would have to be! He was the youngest sibling and knew his place.

Donal put together a series of leaflets and a brochure for Paolo to show to Livia.

Paolo found Donal most obliging and thanked him. Then Mary gave him his marching orders.

“Off ya go now, Paul. Oi’m sure you can foind yer way back. Me brother and oi have business to discuss.”

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Mates’ rates

Fedeltà #747

Donal showed Paolo a range of caskets and funeral carriages and discussed how the cortège would progress and arrangements for the opera singer to lead the procession and the route from Livia’s house in the wealthy Essex suburbs to Terry’s Catholic Church in London’s East End.

The costs shown on the printed material for the various elements were eyewateringly high. Paolo couldn’t help worrying about Livia’s reaction when the estimate arrived. However, Mary sensed his discomfort and, without reference to her brother Donal, said.

“Don’t you worry about the money Paul, Donal’s doing it half proice! For me friend Livia!”

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Fedeltà #746

Donal, a dapper little man in his mid forties, appropriately dressed in a dark suit, came out to greet them as Mary pulled up. It was as if he had calculated with precision her journey time. Precision... good for a funeral director, and some might say against stereotype for an Irishman.

In an instant it was obvious who was in charge. Donal was most deferential towards Mary and ushered his guests into his office.

“Dis is Paul. He’s doing the legwork for the Monellis.” Paolo didn’t like being positioned like that, but said nothing.

Donal acknowledged him with a nod.

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Fedeltà #745

“Now you follow me Paul. We’re heading for Brentwood and oi don’t want you to lose me, because oi droive loik a banshee! You alroit wid dat?”

Paolo was glad to be following because he didn’t fancy more grilling over that bloody diamond as a captive passenger in Mary’s car. In fact, while he was following her, with quite some difficulty, he was doubly glad he wasn’t in Mary’s rough old car with her because she made the Keystone Kops look like laggards.

Somehow he kept her in sight and arrived outside a very stylish-looking funeral directors in Brentwood.

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Fedeltà #744

“Now den young man.” Turning her attention to Paolo, Mary was getting down to business. “Dere’s no toim loik the present, so oi’m calling me brother and we can go over and see him dis afternoon. OK?”

Mary wasn’t actually asking, but telling, so Paolo muttered “OK.” In fact, it suited him to sort it out today as it had sounded like tomorrow Tony was about to make demands on his time.

Mary called her brother to ask if he was OK too if they came over now. She didn’t ask him either, she told him.

“OK, Sis.” he replied.

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Fedeltà #743

“It all seems pretty special to me” interjected Livia. “Very special. If I think of anything to make it even more special, I’ll let you know, Mary.” Paolo wouldn’t have seen Livia’s wink at Mary, who picked up on it immediately.

“Well dat seems straightforward den. Lovely! Your Terry should get the sendoff he deserves.”

‘Let’s hope he does’, thought Livia mischievously. ‘Hope so!’

“Now den Livia, do ya need to check it out wid der boss first?”

“Boss? What boss?”

“I tought Terry’s brother Tony moight want to be involved.”

“He’s not my boss. I’m boss round here!”


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Special arrangements

Fedeltà #742

The business of organising Terry’s funeral seemed the most straightforward of Paolo’s jobs right now. Livia explained what she wanted. Glass funeral carriage drawn by four black horses, led to the church by an Italian tenor, sharing classic arias with the communities along the way. Lavish, admittedly, but one of the ways a ‘family’ and family business kept in business was by doing things that mattered in style. And this mattered.

Mary was certain this should not be a problem for her brother.

“Now Livia, are dere any special arrangements ya need?”

“Isn’t this special enough, Mary?” asked Paolo naively.

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Wagging tongues

Fedeltà #741

Keeping Sofia away from Mary Flaherty should be easy, given that the two of them didn’t know each other or have any reason to meet. But keeping Livia, who now knew all about the diamond, away from Sofia might not be so easy. It would be better that Sofia neither met her sister Marcia, nor Livia, for sure. What he was also sure of was that Sofia would be flaunting her new jewel, even if she kept his name out of it.

But the small world in which they lived was a very small world... a world of wagging tongues.