“Have you been to the house in Sperlonga lately?” Little asked, leading Sira over the cobblestones.
“Yes, I’ve gone with Anna a few times in the last months, since the weather got so nice early this year. Maybe soon we can head down for a few days.”
“Sure,” Little replied, although the idea did not remotely appeal to her. The last time she had been there had been with her father. The idea of going back now that he wasn’t there made her feel as though she were trespassing on someone else’s memories.
“We might have to sell it,” Sira said, so softly that at first Little thought she had been speaking to herself.
“Oh?”
“Well, with my pension I can keep the apartment in Rome going, but the Sperlonga house is a bit of a stretch. Your dad,” her breath caught slightly in her throat, “the money
