At once, every door leading into the room opened; from the kitchen Marcella glided in, humming a merry tune, carrying a large, brightly painted ceramic bowl overflowing with steaming food. Through the outside door, Sophia made her way in, followed by her father and two young men, workers from the factory. Oriana and Lia began to snipe again. Zeno laughed and joked with his two guests. The house overflowed with people and noise like a pot set too long to boil.
“Buonasera, Mamma.” Sophia pecked a kiss on her mother’s cheek and placed another on the top of Marcella’s head.
“Ignacio and Vito’s mamma is away, so we are feeding them tonight, all right?” Zeno asked, greeting his wife with his kiss, though why he posed the question when he had already brought the boys with him, Viviana did not k
