“She doesn’t like me anymore?” Warwick asked once he and Dom were alone.
“It’s her silly superstitions,” Dom explained. “Her expertise in all things amour. She believes second chances are truly romantic.”
“And this is ours, no?”
“Technically, it would be our third.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It is written somewhere that a first reunion is the only true reunion that will last, that a second reunion will lead to a third, fourth, fifth…In other words, instability. Mia madre’s relationship with mio babbo was rather tumultuous…make up and break up, make up and break up…Mamma doesn’t want that for me.”
“Nor would I.”
“Because you are un tesoro. A treasure. Unfortunately, Mamma swears by these silly fables.”
“On her own experiences as well, I assume.”
“Maybe. Her own mind—the fear and indoc
