The Sicilian Affair

Chapter 4 - Something New Everyday

Laurie exhaled deeply as she carelessly dropped herself on her bed, abit overwhelmed by how her first day had turned out. On her flight over to Italy she had thought of several scenarios of how it would play out but none of the were as close enough.

She groaned in disgust as she rubbed a hand over her over-stuffed stomach. It had been very difficult to say no to Silvia, never in her life had she actual known the true meaning of being forced fed until now.

A very pregnant silence had stay with them when they had left Teresa's room had grown far too uncomfortable for the both of them. Coming downstairs after giving her a tour of the place, Silvia finally broke the ice.

"Don't feel bad.--" she had said "-- The wound is still raw. La Signora needs time to heal. She go through alot and don't know why bad things happen to her. She so good lady with kind heart." Silvia had mumbled as they made their way down the stairs.

Why did it feel like there was something more happening here?

She laid quietly staring at the ceiling recalling her conversation with Silvia.

"Mrs. Teresa mentioned that you'd be handing me her schedule."

There was a look of hesitation that flashed on Silvia's face before she quickly covered it with a faint smile.

"Si. Come, we go, I feed you, then after I give you." She had said nudging Laurie into the kitchen.

Laurie smiled to herself at Silvia's attempt to speak English and her obsession of feeding her when she had turned down her offer.

It's official, Italians really do love their food, she chuckled to herself.

After she had taken a seat at the kitchen counter staring at the old cooks back as she frantically whipped and battered what was meant to be her breakfast, Laurie grabbed a pastry from the pastry basket infront of her.

"I hope you don't mind me asking but how long have you know Mrs. Carsingni?" She had asked before plopping a mouthful of treccine and letting out a soft moan as the foreign flavours exploded in her mouth.

Silvia smiled in satisfaction.

Laurie had flushed, "Sorry, I make noise when I eat, especially when the food is this good." She took another bite, "Really good."

Silvia had hesitated at first, then took the wash cloth from the rack and started to dry of the plates.

"I'm glad you like. Finally, I cook for someone who eats.--" She had nodded before turning to the cabinet and started to stack the plates.

"--I work for thirty five year. I know her from when she first marry Signore Luigi. Very young."

"Oh! How long ago did he pass?" The words had flown right out of Laurie's mouth before she could stop them.

" Three years now." She had heard Silvia muttered with her back still turned to her.

Laurie had reached for her cool glass of freshly pressed orange juice and had tried to suppress her urge to moan at how delicious it tasted. Funny how everything even orange juice somehow tasted differently.

"And Mr. Tomas, he does not live here?"

Silvia's head had sprung around with a raised brow, as if annoyed or some sort.

Her mother always told her that her mouth would be her greatest downfall, it had always been this way, she had a very loose tongue with no brakes.

"Sorry..I'll stop--"