Ming decided she was going to get some wine. What kind did Livia prefer?
“We could have red or white,” Livia said. “I would say, a Barbera or a White Bordeaux. See what they have.”
Livia filled a pot with water for the pasta and put it on the stove to boil. Ming was gone. Livia felt an emptiness, laced with doubt and fear. There was something about closeness with another woman that intrigued her, even though she didn’t understand it. How could she? She had only had Lella, and that was different.
Ming came back with a Barbera. “The Bordeaux would be good with the cream sauce, but the porcini should have more sway. That’s what the owner suggested.”
“Well, let’s open it!”
The pancetta was waiting in the skillet, filling the room with its smoky aroma. Livia lifted the porcini with a fork
