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“I’m sorry to interrupt, but can I serve you two with a digestif?”
“What’s that?” I pointed to the bottle.
“Mandorla, brought this morning straight from the Bassano village.”
“Oh, sure, I’d love some.”
He poured the liquor in the glass very ceremoniously before turning to Rebecca. “For you too, Mrs. Caputo?”
“Oh, she can’t.” My mouth said before my brain could stop it. “I mean, not… well… I… it’s just…”
When I saw Becca looking at me with big eyes and her mouth slightly open, I just dropped it and let my head fall down.
“You know!” She accused.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t supposed to say anything. Gio told me when he picked me up.”
“He just can’t keep his mouth shut. Damn it. He knows how superstitious I am about these things.”
“Yes.” I offered her a guilty smile. “Can I hug you now? I had to stop myself from doing it all day. It’s torture.”
“Come here.”
I wrapped my arms around her as tight as I could. To say I was happy was an understatement. Giovani was the only one of my brothers who had children and of course everyone spoiled them rotten. The first time I’d learned Rebecca was pregnant, I was so happy, I cried for two days and I wasn’t far from bursting into tears now either.
“I’m so happy for the two of you, Becca.”
“I know, baby. You know, Gio and I were talking.” The widest smile spread on her face. “If it’s a girl, we want to name her Grazia.”
I sucked in a breath. “What?”
“We’d like you to be the baby’s godmother. If it’s a boy we’ll name it after your father, but the offer still stands.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Too much.”
“I need a tissue.”
“Don’t start crying.” She warned.
“Too late,” I said, with two tears rolling down my face.
“No one loves children like you do, Grazia. You’re going to be an amazing godmother.” She caught my hands into hers. “And one day you’re going to be an even better mother.”
“Not anytime soon.”
“So there’s really no one in your life? No cute boy to make you think about marriage and babies.”
Just one.
“No.”
“Is it because of your brothers? Are guys too scared to ask you out to dinner?”
“Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t pay any attention to men, you know that.”
“Salvatore.” Hearing his name rolling off Rebecca’s tongue made me flinch.
