“Are you talking about me?” Niki’s mother called from the kitchen.
“Yes. I was just telling András that I’d like you to come along with me to Italy. We’ll check up on that dog breeder and the furrier, and explore the city too. The plane ticket’s cheap. No one goes on vacation to Italy in January.”
“I’m not going anywhere. And you’d be better off…”
“You’re just like Gran.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you went,” her grandmother interjected. “Maybe it’s better if you two aren’t home. But Niki, I can’t emphasize enough how it’s people like you who keep planes flying over us. As a patron of air travel, you are supporting this rampant noise pollution.”
“Lívia, your daughter is right,” András said, turning to Niki’s mother. “The best thing would be to stay out of all this. Go and see what’s happenin
