Francesca
WHEN I WENT DOWN FOR BREAKFAST , I found Zia in the kitchen. Faust had retired to his office an hour ago, and Giulio was probably still asleep.
"Buongiorno, la nipote," she said, giving me a mischievous halftime smile.
What did that word mean? Pregnant lover? Stupid woman who forgot her birth control and let a mafia kingpin get her pregnant?
With Zia, it was hard to tell. The wily old woman.
I went and kissed her cheek.Buongiorno, Zia.
When I tried to make a cup of espresso, she slapped my hand away. "Caffeine is bad for the child."
"Hey, Zia. I need coffee." I pointed to the espresso machine. "Please?" I clasped my hands together as if in prayer and squeezed them, begging. I could die if she didn't let me have coffee.
"No. Faust's baby." She pointed to
