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Greta was now ready to move into the upper-floor house: the renovation work that Menico and herself had carried out, little by little, for four months, had come to an end.
The summer was coming to an end, giving way to a mild and fragrant autumn. Greta was captivated by all these marvellous scents and was trying to keep them in her brain. The lemons had grown bigger and were like yellow spots, scattered everywhere, among the green leaves. Certainly she gave some credit for this plentiful harvest to Menico and Don Salvatore, but surely if Greta had not been so stubborn all their efforts and the amount of hours they had spent in the sun, among the leaves of lemons, wouldn't have helped that much.
The gap between Greta and Don Salvatore was getting bigger and bigger, made worse by the
