Chapter XLVIII
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Clara was standing in front of the window with Nicola sitting in the high chair, trying to get him to finish his food. His meals had become so slow that all the women in the house would take turns to try and get him to swallow small bites of food. He was chewing listlessly and when the moment had come for him to swallow everything down, he would open his mouth and spit everything out. She would get irritated and Giulia or Lucia would replace her to carry out the hard task.
-If you are good and eat up all your food, mum will tell you a story-
-Which story?-
-Whichever you like-
-Tell me then…-
Nicola’s little voice was not heard because her attention was drawn by a person who was walking up the driveway. She stood up holding the fork up in the air
-Somebody i
