“Beginnings do not always begin at the beginning.”
“Beginnings do not always begin at the beginning.”“Jemma, the gold candlesticks, if you please,” Viviana called out as she circled the large table in the Sala dei Pappagalli. It had been a long time since she had set the table in the family dining room with such thought and care. The best crystal goblets for the wine, polished pewter trenches, pewter knives, and two-tined forks with red jasper handles brought out the brilliance of the red parrots on the wall. The fresco that named the room, once faded from neglect, had been reborn under her brush.
Sala dei PappagalliNever had one of her boys brought a guest to Sunday dinner. Oh, there had been many times since Orfeo’s death that they had dropped in on her, a rakish group of hungry friend
