Chapter 11
Rome. Present day.
Little wasn’t sleeping. Or at least, she wasn’t sleeping particularly well, a fact easily attributed to her insistence on keeping up with her friends in San Francisco and thereby staying firmly on West Coast time. No matter how many times she told herself that this didn’t have to be a permanent move, and that the faster she moved forward the better off she’d be, the urge to count back nine hours always got the best of her. On the seventh day of her stumbling into the kitchen well past noon, Sira had looked up from her coffee with a discerning gleam in her eye.
“I think,” she had begun, in a tone that Little knew preceded a suggestion which was not actually up for discussion, “that it is time you look up Barbara and reestablish some friendships here. Get acc
