Chapter 16
Three months later. Giacomo has two suitcases at the door. He bends down, grabbing a paint box with a Royal Academy of Arts logo from underneath the pullout couch he’s been sleeping on.
“All set?”
Priscilla beams at him, as if he was her own child.
“Yes!”
“This is going to be good for you.” She grabs his shoulders and smiles at him. “Great for you,” she corrects herself.
“Thank you.”
“Well, I’ll see you at Christmastime then?”
“I’ll see you at Christmastime.” They quickly embrace and he is out the door.
“And remember…no—”
“Distractions. I know.”
“Take this.” She hands him the muneca quitapena Ramona gave her years earlier.
“What the hell is that?”
“Tell her your worries.”
Giacomo shrugs. Priscilla smiles and shuts the door behind him. She sees the ring on the si
