saved her life? What then?”
I had considered that from the beginning. My answer was still the same. “Doesn’t change a fucking thing. That entire family needs to go. You give ’em an inch and they take a mile.” If he had sons, I’d find them when they were older and take care of them, too.
Tito became quiet for a minute. Then he opened his mouth to say something but closed it on a snap.
“Speak your mind,” I said. “It’s not like you to hold back.”
“A waste of my time,” he said, straightening up. “It would not change anything if I did.” He waved me off. “Tell your wife that Lola and I will be by to see her and the baby soon. Lola is complaining pictures are not enough.”
He walked out then, but with a different energy than he had when he had come in. He seemed almost defeated.
I took out my phone and pressed a button. Once in, I scrolled through my pictures, a grin coming to my face.
He was right about one thing. Just like her mamma, pictures did not do my Eleonora justice, but instead of smiling at me like her mamma did when I came home, she cried.
31
Alcina
Mamma stared at me while I did the dishes. I scrubbed a little and then loaded. She stood next to me, like she was going to help, but instead she watched my face. Anna danced around the kitchen with Ele before bed.
“Cosa c'è, mamma?” I whispered. I had no idea why she kept staring at me.
She acted like I had not said a word when Corrado came into the kitchen and kissed her and then me on the cheek. He thanked us for a wonderful dinner. Then he said he had some business to attend to.
He had been cold to me ever since the morning Ele had cried when he’d picked her up. He said very little to me, and when he fucked me, it was hard and ruthless, like he could reach me through his anger and change something. Even the kiss he gave me was hard.
I did not know what he wanted me to change. If he wanted Ele to stop crying when he picked her up, I suggested that he be there with her sometimes during the day. I could tell her how wonderful her father was when she started to grow. I could show her by the way I looked at him, but someday, he would have to prove it to her. That he loved her. That he would always be there for her. I could not do that for him.
He playfully touched her chin and then kissed her cheek. She turned her face, and then he left. She started to giggle at Anna right after, when she started to kiss her cheeks and dance even more.
Even though the house was empty—Corrado’s nonna had gone to spend time with her sister’s daughter—except for the men watching it, it felt fuller than it ever had, but not complete. It felt complete when my husband was here, even for a few hours every day.
Mamma started to take the dishes from me. “The hardest years of marriage are the second and third,” she said. “The first year the flesh is more than happy, but it takes time to build the bones. How all of the arms and legs will work together, ah? This one goes this way, while the other tries to go another.”
“It is like a really long version of that game,” Anna said. “The one where one person’s leg is tied to another’s. You have to figure out how to win together. You will fall a couple of times, but it is the getting up that counts.” She blew against Ele’s cheeks, and she giggled so loud that we all laughed.
If our life was only that simple. If only trying to figure out how we worked together was a fun game. If we fell in this life, it was not as simple as just getting back on our feet and trying again. Mistakes were debts owed in blood.
Mamma and Anna had no idea that Corrado wanted to kill our own blood and his sister’s husband either.
Ele started to cry, so I dried my hands and took her from Anna while she helped mamma with the dishes. She was a healthy eater, with little rolls, and I lost myself in her while I watched her eat and then fall asleep. I knew she would probably be more