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Everyone thought Fabio's decision a wise one, including Gian-Luca himself. Gian-Luca, aged twelve, had no exalted ideas, and very few illusions about life. It seemed to him perfectly natural and right that he should help Fabio in the shop, and that afterwards he should work under Mario at the celebrated Capo di Monte. Most people that he knew did just that sort of thing, or at all events, something very like it. "And," argued Gian-Luca, "if I cannot write well, perhaps I can serve well -- even better than Mario. " For at twelve years old he already had great confidence in his own ability to serve.
"What fun you will have! " said Berta enviously, with her eye on a jar of fruit toffee from Turin. "There are so many things one can eat in this shop, it is ever so much nicer than ours. " She and her brother had wandered in one Saturday afternoon, to find Gian-Luca in a little white jacket, importantly installed behind the counter. He looked at her disdainfully.