I guess you can never get used enough to drinking wine. This evening at dinner Bruno and I were talking about nothing and everything, mostly memories from a time when I was just a little girl, naively unaware of things happening around her. I understand so much more now that I've had the chance to process those events and view them from an adult's angle, but it's still just my interpretations. I'm not sure of things that scare me when I think of them as true, and after a few glasses of wine they became a little too intrusive.
Tom was just sitting there in silence, listening to us, and I think he heard things he didn't want to know, about my family and what they have done over the years to get to where they are now. We took a walk in the dark after the dolci, and he asked me about it. "You've watched too many movies" I replied, but without sounding very convincing. He really seemed afraid but I told him that's all in the past, that it has no relevance anymore. And what I should have said is of course that I don't know whether it's true or not, because I don't. I said too much and now it's too late to take it back. Damn wine.