Chapter 7
The next morning, Caterina caught up with Ava in the vineyard after her early morning church services, which Caterina hadn’t attended. She had far too much to confess, but then, so did her mother.
“Maman, wait up. We still need to talk.” Besides Marisa, she had to know why Ava hadn’t told her about her grandmother. Or had the investigator made a mistake? She hurried through the vineyard row, the sun already warm on her shoulders.
Ava turned and glared at Caterina. “You didn’t find it necessary to talk to me about your baby.”
“Her name is Marisa.” Caterina braced herself for another argument. Stalling for a moment to order her thoughts, she plucked a grape from a well-manicured vine, inspected it, and popped it into her mouth. It wasn’t ripe, but the flavors were intensifying.
