Caesar quietly left the room where Holy Kujo was resting and sat on the engawa* looking at the wonderful back garden. He pulled a cigarette and lighter out of his jacket as he leaned against a pillar to light it, worried. Several weeks ago, Joseph and Jotaro had left to hunt DIO and save Holy from being attacked by their own stand, and of course, they hadn't told anyone what was really going on. Caesar sucked in a puff of smoke, trying to suppress his anger at Joseph and his irrational way of acting. Suzie Q had suspected that something strange was happening as soon as her husband had called her from the other side of the world and had finally elicited the truth from Roses, the family butler to whom Joseph had told everything before leaving for Japan on "business ".

-"Damn you, JoJo."- Caesar muttered, staring up at the sky and couldn't help wondering where that hollow head of his husband was now. Why hadn't he said anything to him or Suzie Q? They were a family after all! Hadn't they promised to be loyal, honest, and transparent? Caesar could have helped, more than harm, he was the only one of the two who still trained his Hamon, because Joseph had dedicated himself to growing his real estate company and running the Speedwagon Foundation.

Between the three of them, they had raised Holy, all three had suffered when she fell in love with a Japanese musician on her study tour and had moved to the other side of the Pacific, all three had squealed with excitement when they learned she was pregnant and all three they had felt their hearts melt as they met Jotaro and watched him grow. Sure, Jotaro had grown into a gloomy and distant teenager, but Caesar knew that his heart remained kind, loyal, and caring. Caesar smiled. If there was anyone who could hold off Joseph, it was Jotaro, and not just because he was the same physical build as his grandfather, but because he couldn't put up with any of his nonsense like when he was a child.

The sound of the front door chime brought him out of his thoughts. He got up nimbly and walked around the side yard of the house until he reached the gravel path to the main entrance. He slid the wood that covered the hole in the door to see who it was, and it turned out to be the postman who, at that moment, left the mail in the ornate outer mailbox. Anxious, he stubbed out his cigarette on the floor, picked it up and put it in a bubble, then opened the heavy wooden door, hoping to find news from Joseph and Jotaro. Caesar greeted the man with the best Japanese accent he could and he greeted by touching his cap. Then, looking doubtful, the postman pulled a letter from his shoulder bag and handed it to Caesar, saying something in Japanese that Caesar couldn't understand, although he recognized the Japanese pronunciation of the name "Joseph Joestar" and the tone of the question. He assumed the postman was looking for his husband.

-"Yes, he lives here," Caesar said, in English, looking at the letter that had national stamps and Japanese characters, not Western. Surely the postman hadn't left it in the mailbox with the others thinking it was important. How strange, he told himself. He recognized Joseph's name written in Japanese on the envelope. The last time Joseph had contacted, they were in Pakistan. Why would someone send Joseph a letter from Japan?

-"Are you ... son of the Italian father?" The other man asked in strange English, looking at Caesar with curiosity.

-"Who?"

-"Holy-san told us about her parents when she came to live here, but she did not say that her Italian father had another son."

Son. Right. Caesar had to suppress a laugh. As he had disciplined continued his Hamon training, he physically looked the same age as Holy, although he was actually 69 years old. She smiled at the thought of imagining her daughter some twenty years ago, newly arrived in the country, talking to the postman about her parents' strange relationship in a semi-rural Japanese neighborhood. Caesar chose not to imagine the faces the good man must have put on.

-"Excuse me oji-san, do you know where the letter comes from? I'm not good at reading Japanese" he acknowledged, handing the envelope.

The postman glanced at the letter and nodded.

-"Morioh, seaside town. South of here in M-ken."

M-ken? District M? Caesar did not know where it was, nor did he know anyone from there. He thanked the postman, took the rest of the mail out of the mailbox, and went back inside the house, walking barefoot in the garden and still looking at the letter. Will they be business? Caesar thought; but if that was the case, they would have written to him in English and not Japanese, he reasoned. While he knew that Joseph Joestar spoke Japanese quite well, reading it was always torture.

-"Did the mail arrive?" Asked a female voice near him, making him jump in surprise.

-"Su!"

Suzie Q was laying sheets in the garden and so Caesar hadn't seen her. Her blue eyes behind the glasses looked at her friend anxiously while had her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer. Caesar nodded and handed her the letters, but for some reason, he put Morioh's letter in his back pocket. He had a bad feeling about it. And he almost always turned out to be right, unfortunately for him.

Suzie quickly went through the correspondence, leaned up to kiss Caesar on the cheek, and went inside to read. He went to sit on the stone bench under the cherry tree that was a few feet from him and took out the letter. He wasn't sure why that envelope was causing him bad omens and he sighed to calm the anxiety. Ignoring the fact that he should not open other people's letters, he opened the envelope, took out the letter quickly, and before he remembered that he could not read Japanese, he noticed that it was typed in perfect English.

"Dearest Joseph ..."

As he read it, Caesar could feel how the blood inside him had begun to boil in a way that had not happened in many years. He had to read it several times to convince himself that what he was reading was real. He felt a twinge in his stomach and his breath hitched.

" Maledetto JoJo " he murmured, crumpling the letter in his hands. He stuck his head between her legs, to avoid breaking anything or screaming or worse, and ran his hands through his blond hair. " Maledetto, maledetto! "

He jumped to his feet and strode across the garden to the kitchen, where there was a telephone. He dialed the number for the Speedwagon Foundation from memory, but they refused to give him information about any trips to Morioh four years ago, even though he had identified himself as Caesar Zepelli and said it was urgent. Caesar, in addition to being one of Joseph Joestar's spouses, also held an important position in the Foundation, so that answer put him in a terrible mood. Internally cursing her husband's secretary, he hung up and grabbed her daughter's phone book from above to look up the number of someone from whom he hoped to get answers. "Excelente", he murmured when he found it. He dialed the number violently and waited, an eternal moment, for someone to answer him.

The bubble with the unlit cigar was still floating behind him. Caesar made it move towards the garbage can and fall, imagining it to be his idiot husband.

-"Senator Brown's Office," an icy female voice on the other end of the line answered in English.

-"Good ... afternoon," Caesar said, after looking at the kitchen clock: it was 8:45 in the morning there, so in the United States it was 7:45 in the afternoon the day before. "I'm Caesar Zepelli. I'd like to speak to Senator Brown, please."

-"Reason for your call?"

-"Is personal."

-"The Senator is in a very important meeting with the mayor of Atlanta, sir," said the woman. "Do you want to leave a message?"

Caesar looked up at the sky and sighed, seeking patience. And apparently, he found it, for he shook his head and recovered. Years of experience told him that he would have to dust off his old Italian charm to get something.

-"Scusa signorina, ¿como ti chiami?"

-"I beg your pardon?"

-"What's your name, miss," Caesar repeated in English with the best seductive accent he could muster, like the one he used alone with Joseph. Just thinking about him gave him a slight headache. "It must be a name that goes with such a sweet voice. The last time I called, I spoke to Lydia, and let me tell you that her voice didn't seduce me as much as yours."

-"Rosemary," the woman said, immediately the timbre of her voice went softly.

-" Rosa Maria," Caesar said in Italian. " Bella mia, you have a molto dolce voice, it almost makes me want to be there with you and ask you out"- the woman laughed softly-." Listen, Rosa Maria. I know the senator, Signore Brown is busy, but I promise I will only speak with 5 minutes. I want you to confirm some dates, can you pass it on to me, per favore? Please?" He added in English.

-"Wait for a moment, please." the secretary answered after a few seconds of silence.

Caesar, even though he was very upset, couldn't help but feel proud that the charm of yesteryear was not as rusty as he believed. A talent wasted for almost 50 years on a man like Joseph Joestar. Caesar waited a few more minutes, then felt the receiver lift.

-"Caesar? Why do I owe this pleasure, my friend!"

-"Smokey Brown," Caesar stopped him in a threatening voice. "I'll cut to the chase and you better tell me the truth, because I'm not in a particularly good mood today."