dinner was going as well as it could with his cold and traditional and old fashioned Italian family. You sat next to your husband, Alessandro, who kept a comforting hand on your thigh through the entire seemingly normal dinner. You were unaware of the candle lit chamber with a cold stone alter waiting for you after dinner downstairs. Mr Ronali cleaned his throat- and all the men in the table- his grandfather and dad his brother and uncles and cousins all got up- you took your husbands hand as he got up