Thirty-four: Luca Capaldi

Thirty-four:

Luca Capaldi

When I brought Audrina home on the night of her birthday, Augusta was in the kitchen. She was preparing the weeks meals for us. She never knew if we would be home or not when she was and she liked to have freshly prepared food for when she wasn’t available to cook. Augusta was playing Frank Sinatra on the radio and singing to herself as she made fresh pasta.

I told Audrina to wait out in the hall. “Augusta?” I called.

Augusta looked up and smiled at me. “Luca, nino, what are you doing home early? I thought that you were supposed to be out with that girl you have a crush on. Dani said something about a birthday party for her?”

I blushed fiercely. “Daniela talks too much.”

The older woman smiled at me. “She is my daughter. Of course, she does. So, did something bad happen?”

I shook my head. “Actually, uh. I brought her home with me.”

Augusta wagged a finger at me. “You better not get that girl pregnant. She seems like an ambitious young woman. She