“According to my records, you have been out of town for almost a week.

- If I knew that you would worry about me, I would try to return early. Candy?

I froze. For a split second I thought he called me that. Perhaps because at that moment I was looking at the dark, almost night sky outside the window. Then a glance at his outstretched hand with a vase filled with sweets, and I understand that this was only a polite question from the hospitable host of the house.

Yes, after that memorable “walk” through the catacombs, we went to his house. In a small, but unexpectedly well-groomed house...