Antonina FrascatiBefore departing for Siena, I stopped by the Castello to pick up some things. I sat down at the long, antique table in the main room to go over some papers.
Anita came in with a platter of fruit and pastries, and I was just taking a bite out of the sweet roll she had served me when she unexpectedly sat down at the table across from me. It was a bit unusual for her to join me like that, but with Nonno Filippo she had considered herself so much a part of the family that she joined him at the breakfast table almost as soon as she had served it.
With me it would have been different. Although she knew me well, I was more of a stranger to the house, and certainly a stranger to her routine. When she sat down, the action gave the impression of some importance, as if she needed t
