EpilogueNext Christmas
“Via Tiburtina Valeria,” Nice read as the rented sports car flew past the highway sign. “Even the streets here have cool names.”
“It’s a Roman road,” Visho said. “Over two thousand years old.”
“I thought you hadn’t been here since you were a kid.”
Visho laughed. “I read the Wikipedia article on the history of Pescara before we came.”
“I wish I’d had time to learn more Italian,” Nice fretted.
“Don’t worry. My mother lived in the US for twenty-five years, remember? And my cousins all speak English fairly well.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“Why would anyone not like you? She’s happy that I’m happy. Anyway, what you should be worrying about is my family trying to plan our wedding.”
“I thought same-s*x marriage wasn’t legal here?”
“It isn’t, but there’s civil
