“As much as I appreciated the trip to town and the shopping spree, Nonna Rosa, it really wasn’t necessary.”
“It was, actually.” She slid her finger over the screen of her phone as she read something, and I was left to mull over what she meant. We sat in a sweet little café where Nonna Rosa said the food was good. We planned to have a quick bite before we returned home. It was a place I knew I’d have enjoyed if I was with a friend, instead of sitting here with this evil old woman, far away from Ugo.
I decided to question her. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why was this necessary?”
She looked up, placed her phone on the table, and leaned back. I was pleased she was wearing sunglasses, because her eyes made me uneasy.
“We have a lot of company coming over the next few months, and I need you to loo
