Not exactly a walk, but still something of an outing!

It was necessary for the Faartals to make a weekend trip to New York (near Ripley) to discover the murderer of Pepi Roni, the Godfather of the Roni family.

We were greeted by Father Alfredo, with more bottles in his/her bag than rabbits in a magician's hat, but by midnight we had disposed of them all.

Clair Voyant produced a copious meal of which any Italian would be proud, and which was very fitting for the occasion.

Mama Rosa looked suitably distraught all evening while the dapper Rocco Scarfazzi was always close by to comfort her in spite of his fiancee, Tara Misu being around all the time.  Mind you it appeared that Tara had been around quite a bit, if you know what I mean!

Daughter Angel soon showed she was a woman of ambition and fantasies and by no means a good Italian girl!  Her main fantasy was the dashing Bo Jalais, a French wine making cousin in charge of the Scarfazzi vineyards.

Lastly came son Marco Roni, who Mama said was a good boy!  All he wanted to do was play professional football, but his family had other ideas and insisted that he worked in the family restaurant.

Could you believe that one of these Faartals was the prime suspect?? 

Many thanks to mine hosts for a brilliant evening!