Chapter 96

“It’s certainly a nicer location, but you won’t be able to hop on a tram and go into the city at the drop of a hat. I’ll have a car available, however.”

“How far is it to your house?” Sylvia said.

“As the crow flies, about five miles, but if the crow has to drive a car, it’s more like fifteen.”

“Excuse me, Cousin Marco,” Lucia said from the other side of the room. “The boys would like you to come tuck them in.”

“I’ll be right there. Ladies, when the food arrives, all you have to do is sign for it—no tipping is allowed or expected.”

I went into the boys’ room and got them settled down for the night and returned to the living room just in time to answer the door and direct that the food be laid out on the kitchen table.

“This is really good,” Sylvia said as she dug into her entrée.

“I agree,” Mrs. Rosati said.

“That’s the problem,” I said, “it’s so good and so reasonably priced that we get spoiled.”

“How many people live and work in this complex of buildings?” Sylvia said.