“You know what to expect tonight?” She makes a gesture as if she’s sprinkling seeds. “The garden?” I can’t help but laugh as I nod emphatically. “Yes, Nonna. I understand.” “How?” She frowns, worry creasing her brow. “I read a lot of spicy books.” She nods, as though that makes perfect sense. “Fabio.” “Something like that,” I agree for her sake. There’s no way I’m telling her how much romance books have changed since her time.
