"Ok, let' see. Eggs? Boiled and ready to eat. Ham and Sausages? Cooked and, might I add, cooked to perfection by me. Wine? The newest from the Caglione vineyards. Bread? Fresh from the oven. Let's see, what else-" mumbled Arnaldo to himself looking over the set table in his backyard. It was Easter, which meant that his entire family will be coming over to dinner.

"Ah right, horseradish! How is that?" he heard a groan of pain that belonged to his father come from the living ...