suggested.
âHmm, the beginning,â said Peppi thoughtfully. âI was born in the mountains. I guess thatâs a good place to start.â
As the train clacked along the tracks and the compartment gently swayed back and forth, Peppi told them about growing up in Villa San Giuseppe and how his family had made its living from the little mulino next to the house. Before long he was talking about cycling and how much he had loved to race his bicycle when he was young.
âI used to race too,â said Claudio brightly.
Peppi assessed the young manâs slight build. âA climber,â he guessed.
âLike a feather on the wind!â Claudio boasted. âI could pedal uphill with the best of them.â Then he shook his head and shrugged. âOf course I wasnât much good going down the hills, or in the sprint for that matter.â
âCycling is an unforgiving sport,â said Peppi.
âBut itâs the best sport,â Claudio enthused.
Loredana give a little cough to let them know that they had discussed cycling long enough. Peppi nodded to show that he understood.
âDid you come from a big family?â she asked.
âNo,â said Peppi. âActually, I was an only child. Now and then, when I was small, I used to ask my parents why I didnât have any brothers or sisters.â
âWhat did they say?â
âThey always told me that the house was too small,â he chuckled. âIf another baby came along I would have to sleep outside.â
At that Loredana and Claudio laughed.
Peppi laughed as well. He could still remember riding off to bed at night on the broad shoulders of his father, Allesandro. Peppi loved to reach back and give his fatherâs dark mustache an impish yank. His father would always pretend it hurt and let out a howl like a wolf. Without fail, Peppiâs mother, Angelina, would playfully scold him for being so mean to his father. âMario,â she would say, for that was Peppiâs real name, âbasta! Enough! Be nice, donât hurt your poor papa, he has to work for us in the morning.â
The memory brought a grin to Peppiâs face.
âBut I had lots of cousins,â he went on, âso there were always lots of people in our home. I never felt lonely, at least not until the war came and suddenly everyone began to disappear. Some of my parentsâ relatives went off to live in America before things got bad. Others just ran away to God knows where. Many of the men of course were taken away to become soldiers. Lots of them, like my father, never returned. It was as if he and the rest of them just vanished from our lives.â
âHow awful,â said Loredana.
Peppi paused and shook his head. âIt was a terrible war, like all wars,â he said. âIt seemed like everything was destroyed. After it was over and the Germans were all gone and the Allies finally went home, it was to time to rebuild our lives, but there wasnât much left for us to build on. My father was gone and then my mother became ill a few years later. After she died, my uncle arranged for me to come to America. I had relatives in Rhode Island and some out in San Francisco. My plan was to stay in Rhode Island for a while to get used to things, then move out west to California where one of my cousins had a job as a construction worker waiting for me.â
âWhat was it like living in California?â Loredana asked. âBeautiful, I would imagine.â
âYes, Iâve heard itâs wonderful there,â Claudio agreed.
âActually,â Peppi chuckled, âI never lived in California.â
âWhat happened?â
âEh,â shrugged Peppi, âI met my wife.â
Peppi told them the story. After arriving in America, he had gone to work at his uncleâs music store in Providence, intending to wait until he had earned some money before heading out to California. One day he was