Prim managed to pretend that she was not bursting with curiosity for almost an hour.
She and Grandma Alexakis had breakfast on her airy balcony that looked out to the front of the mansion.
She politely listened to the casual conversation, waiting.
“Oh dear. You look anxious.” Grandma Alexakis finally said, gently placing her teacup on the table like the perfect lady she was.
“I just..” She stopped. “I’m not sure how to start this.”
Prim nodded in encouragement.
She would take anything well. There was nothing that could be worse than Mamita’s death, or finding out her husband was a ruthless Mafia lord.
“I told you how much you remind me of a friend from my youth. Tough as a nail.”
Prim nodded, wondering what any of this had to do with that friend.
“She died some twenty years ago,
