“Right?”
“No, I’m serious. This is spectacular.”
“I have been trying to tell you.”
“I know, I know.”
Cristiana grinned as she went back to refilling the display case. “Orietta told me about a forno in Montefalco. No, aspetta, I think Bevagna. Right, she mentioned it was on the other side of the canal from the historic center.”
Stella tried to concentrate but found it difficult to focus.
Cristiana didn’t seem to notice. “That forno had to close because state inspectors came in and said the pipes—or was it the equipment? Something like that. Anyway, the bakery hadn’t been updated in fifty years. The inspector said they had to bring the forno up to code or close.”
Stella took another bite and concentrated on not letting her eyes roll back in her head before gesturing for Cristiana to c
