I laughed as Carlotta recounted a funny story about her grandson at his fifth birthday party. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the counter. Listening to Carlotta talk was one of the best parts of my day. I enjoyed her cute story almost as much as I enjoyed hearing her snort out loud as she told it.
Our laughter died down with the sound of approaching footsteps and cut out completely when Luciano entered the kitchen.
“What are you ladies laughing at?”
I looked over at Carlotta but she stayed silent. Though she had a good relationship with Luciano, I considered this was her way of ensuring I became more used to communicating with him. In that sense, I was on my own when it came to Luciano from now on. I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows at Carlotta’s behavior before I gave in and
