Andy sighed and looked pained as we shuffled a half inch forward in the cue. Cueing for gelato felt a bit pointless without dad. He had been the one whining about his gelato deficiency all through the Vatican City, and now every time I look at a gelato I see his big, ungrateful face stamped over it like a watermark. Of course he’d wandered off at the first mention of a cricket game on the other si...