“The one who died of influenza?” Francesca Dodero asked.
Eugenia nodded. “Her funeral is going to be in the cathedral.”
“In the cathedral!” Carlotta Defilla, the Countess Marina Passaggi, and Francesca Dodero exclaimed in unison.
“Yes,” Eugenia said. “Father Camillo’s idea.”
The Countess brought a hand to her forehead. “There’s no end to what the working class dare these days.”
4
IN THE READING ROOM, Giuseppe spoke between his teeth.
“Lots of people have reasons to dislike me.”
I wonder why, Antonio thought to himself, careful not to show sarcasm on his face. He said, “Could you be more precise? Think of someone who deems himself a victim of your injustice. Someone who hates you. Someone who wants,” he paused, “revenge.”
Giuseppe jerked in his seat. “Antonio! Don’t be so crude. My heart is weak.”
“My apologies, sir. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Please, tell me who comes to mind when you think injustice.”
“There’s that lawyer I fired,” Giuseppe said after a moment. “Roberto Passalacqua.”
Antonio showed his surprise. “The Mayor’s secretary?”
Giuseppe nodded.
“How long ago did you fire him?” Antonio inquired.
“A little over a year. Fifteen months perhaps.”
“Why did you fire him?”
“It was because of certain,” Giuseppe coughed, “changes in his family’s composition.”
Antonio gave Giuseppe a perplexed look. “Would you care to explain?”
Giuseppe nodded and in the minutes that followed told Antonio a story that was well known to those who practiced law in Genoa.
The events dated back to the spring of 1908, when Umberto had defended a doctor accused of malpractice. The prosecutor that day was a young man named Roberto Passalacqua. Umberto won the case, but was so impressed with his opponent’s ability that back at the office he mentioned Roberto to his father.
“If this young man is as good as you say, we’d better hire him,” Giuseppe said. “Recruit him at twice his current pay. But do some background research first,” he added. “Let’s find out all we can about his family.”
Promptly, Umberto contacted his informers—colleagues, wives of colleagues, his aunt Eugenia, and more—and discovered that no one in the Berilli’s entourage had ever heard of Roberto Passalacqua or his family. Then he sent one of the firm’s clerks to the vital statistics office. From an employee of that office and with the help of his own wife, the clerk found out that Roberto was the son of a steelworker and a seamstress. Meanwhile Umberto had learned from the Head Prosecutor that Roberto had graduated with honors from the University of Genoa law school six months earlier, was an apprentice, and had been sent to court that day to fill in for a more experienced colleague who had fallen sick.
When Umberto reported the results of the investigation to his father, Giuseppe shook his head. “We can’t hire him, Umberto. All our lawyers come from wealthy families with long-standing traditions and names. You know better than I that none of our clients would ever confide in someone who is not their peer.”
Umberto pointed out that Roberto’s family was honest and there was a growing need in the firm for someone who could handle the cases of middle-class, perhaps even working-class, clients. “Times are changing, father. Our economy is still feeling the aftermath of the recession. The political situation is unstable. The Socialists are stronger than ever, and we’re in the industrial era. The working class has power now, and it’d be a mistake to ignore it. The world is moving in a different direction. It’s time for us to take a more open and modern view of the firm’s mission and consider acquiring new clients who aren’t necessarily as wealthy as our current ones. Roberto is the man we need to initiate our expansion.”
Compelled by his son’s argument, Giuseppe agreed, though reluctantly, to hire Roberto on a trial basis. “We’ll evaluate Mister Passalacqua in six months,” he said. “If all is well, we’ll ask him to stay. If not, he’ll have to find another job.”
So it was that in May of 1908 Roberto was granted an office at Berilli e Figli, an event that left Roberto’s mother and father incredulous and celebrating the event for days.
The six months of Roberto’s trial period went by smoothly. At the November meeting, Umberto, Raimondo, and Giuseppe unanimously conceded that Roberto’s performance had been more than satisfactory and the firm should retain him. They also agreed that he should continue to represent the two lower-income clients the firm had recently acquired and perhaps add a few more to his portfolio.
Meanwhile, Alessandro Passalacqua, Roberto’s younger brother, had become engaged