“Really?”
“Yes, Cosimo insists you can find evidence of Minoan matriarchal society in the archaeology of Aramezzo. For some reason, he believes Minoans carried the genetic marker for freckles. Then again, he also credits those Minoans with magical abilities that are passed down in deeply rooted families, like your own.”
“No, I mean, I hadn’t noticed anyone with freckles in Aramezzo.”
“You will in the summer.” Domenica returned her attention to the photographs. “Did you find more?”
“No. It’s so strange, I’ve found so many mementos in the house, old receipts, ledgers, even a sketchbook. But no photographs.”
Domenica leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
“What is it?” Stella asked.
“Hold on a second. I’m remembering something.”
Stella stroked Ravioli under her chin, and the calico lift
