Chapter 4
“You haven’t told us how you and Antonino met.” With a smile of understanding, Sara passed Celina another fresh napkin for Marco, who was relishing chocolate cake from the tip of his nose to the bottom of his chin, as only a six-year-old can do.
Carmine chuckled at Marco, while Sara clasped her graceful hands and waited with expectation. Lauro hadn’t changed; he was still quiet and sullen.
They had just finished supper on the terrace overlooking the ocean. An intermittent breeze filtered the mild evening air, ushering in the scent of jasmine like a sweet digestivo of nature. Candles flickered, illuminating the focused interest on faces of those gathered around the rustic wooden table, over which an azure blue and carnelian red cloth had been draped.
Awaiting her story, they s
