Chapter 22
Amalfi, 1953
“Mommy, here’s a good one.” Standing on his tiptoes, Marco stretched toward a ripe grapefruit.
“I’ll help you,” Celina said, strolling toward him in the slanting afternoon sun. They were collecting grapefruit for breakfast and juice.
Many shops in Amalfi closed in the afternoon for a long lunch, so she did the same. She loved having time to meet Marco at school and walk home with him, which she couldn’t have done at her old job in San Francisco.
In the weeks since the grand opening of Stella di Cioccolato, the sharp words exchanged between her, Adele, and Sara continued to worry her. One evening after supper, Celina had helped Sara clear the table and followed her into the kitchen to discuss this with her. When she broached the subject, Sara looked appalled.
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