Stella amended that revelation on entering Bruno’s macelleria. At the sight of Veronica, the mayor’s wife, Stella wished life could be decidedly less weird.
Sure, there were plenty of people in Aramezzo who barely acknowledged Stella’s existence. But at least their lack of engagement, when she bought a light bulb or passed them on the street, seemed a reasonable suspicion of outsiders. Whereas every interaction with Veronica led to Stella feeling smaller than her five feet and two inches.
Well, nothing for it now. Bruno offered a grunt of greeting as Stella walked in, but did a double-take at the box in her hands. His lip twitched up in an approximation of a smile. It didn’t last long.
“Two of those sausages, Bruno, if you would,” said Veronica. “Though I do wish you wouldn’t make them
