Page 63 of Taming the Notorious Sicilian

‘I got the job, Beth,’ she said, speaking aloud in English, just in case Beth hadn’t bothered to learn Italian with her. Now that she couldn’t visit her grave so regularly, she had taken to simply talking to her whenever the mood struck. Sometimes, in her dreams, her twin spoke back. ‘I’m going to work at the hospital on the children’s ward here in Palermo and train for my consultancy here, too.’

All the pieces had come together.

She could not be happier.