Chapter 29: We Play Together
“What do you think?” Reesa asked Aldo, the sleepy-eyed tabby cat from next door. He liked to rest on the half-wall that fenced in Casa Sartori’s rooftop. Lately, his preferred spot was near her stool, easel, and paints. “Did I get the bakery right?”
Stretching, her new friend purred.
“Thank you. May I tell you a secret?”
Aldo inched closer and plopped down.
“I can’t wait for the flowers to come back, not only at the bakery but also in Signora Gemma’s rose garden. Myko said it’s famous.” Involuntarily, she thought of the pink rose clip that pinned up her bun. One of the few spur-of-the-moment purchases she’d made since coming to Italy, she’d bought it specifically because it reminded her of Myko.
Aldo looked at her askance.