Chapter 9
Duchy of Aragoni
Dani
THE FOLLOWING SUNDAY morning, Marco and I went to the airport with Stefano to meet the plane carrying our visitors from Calabria. Maria Jammalo, who’d been our hostess at the inn, was the first to descend the steps, and she was followed quickly by Angelina’s grandmother, Concettina Pando. They looked at their surroundings with some bewilderment. “Where are we?” Maria Jammalo said.
“Inside a hangar,” Stefano said. “The plane was towed inside and the doors have been closed. We started doing that for security reasons back during the War and never stopped.”
“Welcome to Aragoni, ladies,” Marco said. “This is Salvatore Alberti, who is in charge of our security.”
“I thought Aragoni was a peaceful country,” Maria said.
“It is,” Marco said, “but shortly after
