The Water Problem, so movingly and eloquently described here, has been resolved. I don’t imagine anyone’s particularly happy; we certainly aren’t. But at least it’s over.
Our lawyer looked at all the documents and told us that we must pay the c. E 2,500 that Acqua Potabili demanded. Our only remaining recourse is to go to the neighbors for help.
The Captain called A.P. and arranged to have all documents e-mailed to us here in the States. There will be no second shoe dropping. The bill we received here covered up to September, when we discovered and corrected the problem. It began in excess of E 6,000, to which Mr. A.P. applied a bewildering series of reductions to arrive at the E 2,500 figure.
It all has a bit of good-cop bad-cop feel to it. Bad Cop – “You owe us E 6,000!” Good Cop – “But you only have to give us E 2,500!” This, I guess, is meant to make us feel better, and to make up in some way for the appalling lapse of time between meter reads and bills. But in fact, the bill is about 75 times larger than what we would reasonably expect, and somehow even though A.P. has made big concessions, it just doesn’t feel all that good.
Except for the fact that it’s over. That part feels just fine.