“This is the best Italian restaurant in Manhattan,” Luke says as he eats his spaghetti. “My dad is friends with the owner. Actually, our families have been friends for a long time. My great-grandfather came with Alessio Mancini from Italy to America.”
Hardy spreads butter on his bread. “So, do you have any family back in Italy that you know?”
“Oh, yes, we do.” Luke gets some bread for himself. “We hadn’t had contact with our family in Italy for decades, but my dad tracked them down a few years ago. He did all those DNA tests and paid someone to dig up our family history, with the help of granddad. We found a few living in the north of Italy. They didn’t know English very well, so I couldn’t talk with them, except the youngest son. Lorenzo is actually here in the US and still visits us. M
