Chapter 6
Sperlonga, Italy. Present day.
Little did not know how to express the anxiety filling her as they drew nearer to the house in Sperlonga. They drove down from Rome in the zippy new Fiat 500 they had rented that morning, and about half an hour outside of the city she decided it was best to say nothing at all.
“You drive stick shift very well,” Sira ventured, not just to break the tension but because Little really did, even though she had always driven an automatic in the States. Little smiled tightly, but didn’t say anything. She was thinking back to when she was fifteen, during a year that she had decided she would move back to Italy and make a life of it, as she had told all of her high school friends before what she had imagined was a grand departure. Of course, she had reali
