Nonna’s cane squeaked on the polished floor as she hurried down the aisle.
“Where are you going?” I called out behind her. “Don’t walk away from me. We’re not finished here.”
“Oh, dear, we are far from finished here.” She picked up speed and soon reached the big wooden door and pulled on the handle. I was on her heels as we both stepped out onto the top step. The rest was a blur, it all happened so fast.
“You have crossed this family!” Pippo yelled from a car window as it screeched to a stop in front of the church.
One by one, the uncles piled out, looking fit to kill. It was clear they were coming to stop Nonna Rosa, but they were too late.
Nonna put her hand on my arm to delay me. “Stop.”
Pippo’s face was red as he began to take the steps. “Rosa, how could you—”
I couldn’t hear th
