He was pleased to hear these words and the focus of Clara's tender gaze. He liked this woman.
When they headed back to the tavern for lunch, she helped him place the luggage in her grandparent’s room, where Oskar had slept the night before. Clara lit the wood in a fireplace that had seemed unused for many years. The room filled with smoke, and they both attempted to clean the hood aided by a broom handle.
In the kitchen, the owners had already finished eating.
- Morning, Mr Zerbi! said the innkeeper smiling – My wife and like to breakfast early so we can get on with our daily chores. Don't worry though, our daughter can keep you company.
- So, what do you think about staying in Valle Chiara for Christmas? Clara hinted after eating, taking the plates to the sink.
- Why not. Not taken a
