He laughed. "No, not nearly that many. There's only one in a country or city under our patronage. You've met the Americano, and there's myself and Antony. And there's one in Portugal and one in the Philippines, but they tend to keep to themselves more than anything else. I don't think the one in the Philippines even has a telephone."
He chuckled softly. "I wonder what you'll say when I tell you there's spaghetti and homemade sauce in the refrigerator. And I'm not a big fan of airport food, so I understand."
He nodded. "Well, you cannot control the weather, so you must make do, I suppose. Where are you going in Italy?"