[There is no sex in this instalment! You have been warned. Life is like that!]
Chapter XLI Introducing Roberto and Vittore
Several months had elapsed. Bernardo was now chattering away in both Italian and English and could walk several kilometres. Caterina could walk quite some distance and could say a few full sentences. Olivia had begun driving lessons and was making good progress. To practise, she went out with one of the men immediately after lunch, while the other man or Costanza kept an eye on the children or took them out in the park. She was teaching Giovanni to read simple story books with pictures in both languages.
Luke and Pauline's production of
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had been a great success and Pauline had broken off her engagement. "He was not ready for commitment!" she said of her ex-fiancΓ©.
A new research student called Roberto had started work with Tom. Tom initially teamed Roberto to work with Carlo for his first few months. "Your projects are complementary," he told him, "and many of the techniques are ones that Carlo is very experienced in. He can be of more help to you than I can, because he knows all the problems and all the tricks to deal with them."
Tom by now had published over 60 research papers and was considering submitting for a Camford Doctorate of Science. He had become a Fellow of the Royal Society of Chemistry, like Jon, and was now on the Editorial Board of several chemical research journals, British, American and Italian. He found it increasingly difficult to balance the commitments of a busy and fruitful research lab with his desire to spend precious and delightful hours with the children at home. Both these two factors inevitably meant that sex with either Luke or Olivia was infrequent. One night when he and Luke had gone to bed early and were cuddling up together, Luke said, "Tom, your hair is getting a bit thin on the crown!"
"I know," said Tom, "I'm suffering the penalty of being a man! It's age-related androgenic alopecia -- male baldness. Do you want me to start taking Finasteride? It's said to be effective in about 50% of cases."
"No! Don't worry, Tom," said Luke, "I won't love you any less! I would hate to think of you dosing on drugs, especially anti-dihydrotestosterone agents, just because of hair loss. It might affect your sex-drive!"
Luke's career in contrast, was moving more slowly. The Teatro Musicale was doing very well financially, and work had begun to improve the backstage facilities. The men sometimes wondered if Luke's promotion might be accelerated if he took a job elsewhere, but Tom did not want to leave Trabizona, and travel to another Italian city with an opera house as a commuter, though possible, would only give Luke even less time to spend with the family.
In the end, Luke persuaded Cornelio that they should hire an extra assistant to take on some of Luke's more trivial responsibilities, and give Luke one extra evening free per week. They advertised, and finally recruited a quite young man called Vittore Campodastri. He was keen and enthusiastic, but quiet and modest. He was slim and energetic, and at Luke's suggestion joined Tom, Ben and Alberto in their morning runs in the Parco Emilio Guzzone. Luke wondered if his new colleague might be gay, but soon found out that young as he was, he was a typical Italian womanizer! Fortunately he was tactful enough not to boast of his exploits to his male colleagues at work. Nothing is more tedious to gays than accounts of heterosexual seductions. However, he was good at his job and enabled Luke to concentrate more on producing and rehearsing. Pauline got on well with Vittore, and he began to treat her as a mother figure. His home was at Lecce in the distant south, and he did not go home very often.
Chapter XLII Unhappy Carlo
One afternoon, as he was walking through the lab, Tom saw Carlo sitting at his desk looking miserable.
"What's the matter Carlo, are you missing Rachel?" he said.
"Si," replied Carlo, "I miss her terribly!"
"I had the same experience as you," said Tom, "when I was a third year student in Camford. Luca went to spend a year as an Erasmus student in Bologna, and I missed him enormously. We exchanged E-mails twice a week and had phone sex on our mobiles once a week. But Luca had pots of money and came home at Christmas and Easter, so we saw one another every three months. When we became civil partners, we resolved never to separate for more than a few weeks, which is how I came to Italy to do my dottorato, because Luca wanted to work in Italy as an opera-house manager. It meant that I had to learn Italian in six months! Now we are here for good. We don't want to take our children to England, because at their age they would quickly forget that they're Italian."
"I never thought about phone sex!" said Carlo. "I don't know if Rachel would like it."
"I can't advise you about that!" said Tom, "I don't know enough about women! But look, you need cheering up. Come home with me. I'll ring Olivia and see if there's enough food for you. In any case, I can offer you some nice Belgian beer." Olivia said there was plenty of lasagna, and Carlo was welcome, so about 6-30 the two men left the lab and got home just in time to read the children a bedtime story. Luke had left for work an hour before. Carlo read them an Italian story and Tom an English one. "Don't worry about how much you drink!" said Tom. If you're not in a fit state to go home on the tram, I'll pay for a taxi for you! Do you like sweet things to drink, or bitter things?"
"I prefer bitter things," replied Carlo.