Joe Christo

Limoncello

Antonio and I had been meeting at the same café, on the first Friday of each month, at 7 pm, for several years. If he was going to be late, or wasn’t going to be able to make it, he always texted to let me know. But it was approaching 8:30 pm, and I hadn’t heard from him, so I was starting to get worried. I tried texting him, and calling him, but he did not reply or pick up. I decided that I would have one more drink, and then would take a walk by his apartment.