I remember it vividly.
The night nanny yanked me out of bed and told me we’re playing hide and seek… Only, both of us will hide…
I heard strange voices from downstairs… Papa screaming out of anger… then of pain… There was talk of stolen money… and the name Chicco Cipriani, forever etched in my memory…
Then, the deafening chain of a familiar melody… I closed my eyes and conjured images of me and Papa watching the majestic parade of lights at the piazza.
Her trembling hand clamped over my mouth, nanny lied “Fireworks, angioletto… Just fireworks.”
But I knew.
© 2013 K.Z. Morano