This morning, October 24th. The 70-year-old passion of my life, who is carefully and meticulously preparing to meet her current lover, will shortly be accompanying her there, ostensibly for lunch with former colleagues (actually, just one) at a restaurant on Via dei Laghi in the Castelli Romani area. However, once I arrived, I realized that the restaurant had rooms upstairs. She had me drop her off there, telling me someone would take her back, and she said goodbye with a grin.