My phone starts to ring, and seeing Mamma’s name, I frown. “Ciao, Mamma?” “A package was delivered for Tiana. It’s a beautiful set of earrings. She’s so upset, she threw it in the trash,” Mamma whispers, giving me the impression she’s hiding while making the call so Tiana won’t know. Cristo. “Keep the package and note. I want to see it when I get home.” “Va bene,” she replies, saying okay with a worried tone. “Grazie, Mamma. I’ll stop by after work.”
