Chapter 65
Chapter Sixty-Five I sleep for many hours and wake up to Anna peeking at me from the half-opened door. “Posso?” “Oui, come on in.” She enters the room, carrying a tray with a glass and a covered plate but she pauses in the middle of the room and doesn’t advance anymore. “What’s up?” I awkwardly and gingerly push myself up on the pillows, adjusting the sling on my broken arm. “How’s Aunt Zinnia?” “She’s fine, we’re fine. I brought you chicken soup,” she says without looking at me as she walks to my side and adjusts the tray over my legs. “Do you want help?” “Non, merci, I’ve got this.” She shuffles her feet and I smile at her, trying to put her at ease. “Why don’t you sit a bit?” She does, but on the edge of the armchair near my bed, and her posture is so rigid she can’t be comfortab
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