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Luca smiled. “Always so forthright, Maira.”
She laughed. “I outta be, now stop stalling and start showing.”
Luca looked over the heads of the shorter women and his eyes settled on me. He stretched out his hand to me. “Diana.”
I held back, unsure whether the ring of women would let me in to the inner circle. Maira clapped her hands over her head. “Come on now, ladies, we all want to get a good look at her, so let her through.”
They parted and I was able to accept Luca’s hand. He drew me against his side as the dozen curious eyes of the washer women looked me over. I felt like a fish at the market, and some of the younger women looked like they wanted to chop me up.
Maira looked me over with a smile and a nod. “Yes, you’ll do just right for him. Now what about your bite?”
