MONDAY - JULY 1, 3:30PM - VILLA ROMANO, BELLAGIO
Aurora followed Luca through the garden.
Nonna Camilla was sitting under the olive tree with a glass of iced tea. The second she saw Aurora she patted the chair next to her.
"Sit. Let me look at you."
Hands on Aurora’s face again. "You’re pale. And thin. America is not feeding you."
"I’m fine, Nonna."
"You’re not fine. You’re here now. That’s better."
They talked for twenty minutes. About school. About Texas. About Nonno.
Nonna kept asking if Aurora remembered the summers here. Aurora remembered all of it.
From the kitchen: "A TAVOLA IN TRENTA MINUTI!"
[At the table in thirty minutes!]
MONDAY - JULY 1, 4:15PM - DINING ROOM
The table was too long for just them but not long enough for all the cousins. Zia Rosa had laid out ev
