Tuesday 19th SeptemberIt’s now a week since I went to Zia’s last time, when Susi phones me in a panic. Bella and Rosa left for Sicily five days ago. I have been wondering when I would hear about them again. I decided I wasn’t going to inquire.
“Mary, you must go to my mum’s house tomorrow!”
“Calm down, Susi. Just take a deep breath then tell me what’s happened.”
I knew Zia had inculcated Susi with fear of talking over the phone, so she wasn’t going to tell me everything she knew.
“All I can say is that you must go to my mum’s tomorrow afternoon,” she repeats.
“Look, sorry, but I can’t just go running round at your mum’s beck and call. I’ve got my own life to live.”
“Mary, Adriano’s going to my mum’s tomorrow afternoon. You know, his parents are both dead and he sees my mum as a mothe
