SATURDAY - JULY 6, 1:00PM - QUIET PIER IN VARENNA
Varenna was slow on Saturdays. Everyone split up after lunch without even planning it.
Zia Sofia dragged her husband Zio Marco — they'd come up from Rome that morning — into every ceramic shop on the main street.
"Questo è troppo caro! Ma ti sembra normale?" Zia Sofia was saying, holding up a hand-painted plate.
[This is too expensive! Does this seem normal to you?]
Zio Marco just sighed. He was used to it.
Zio Lorenzo sat with Nonna at a cafe by the harbor, two espressos getting cold.
"Lascia stare i ragazzi, mamma. Sono grandi," Lorenzo said.
[Leave the kids alone, mom. They're grown.]
"Non lascio niente. Se li lascio soli fanno casini," Nonna answered, not taking her eyes off the lake where the kids had disappeared.
[I'm not le
