'How do you do, sir?' I said.
'I'm Phil,' he said.
'Phil, sir.' It was a frightening moment. Then Mr Cavilleri
turned to his daughter. Suddenly they were in each other's
arms, laughing and crying and kissing. I felt like a stranger.
For some time I did not have to speak much. 'Don't speak
with your mouth full,' my family had told me when I was
a child. Phil and his daughter kept my mouth full all
afternoon. I don't know how many Italian cakes I ate. Both
Cavilleris were very pleased.