He smiled back and tied off the last rope. ‘What do you come to Calabria for?’ he asked as he held out his hand to help me out of the boat. ‘Ci...bo. Vogliono cibo. Lotti. E vino. Lotti.’ I answered not-so-confidently in my not-so-well practiced Italian. I pushed my fedora back on my head and smiled as I patted my belly. My cornflower blue sundress got picked up by the wind and I slapped it down just in time to avoid a Marilyn Monroe moment right in front of this confused Catholic boy. He. That was it, she thought, she was still at home. Her daughter and fiancé had invited had invited a whole slew of friends over. They were having an engagement party. Donna was home. She was in the small bedroom… in the basement… just off the rec-room. But who were all these people?Donna squinted try to improve her fugue-like vision. They were mostly guys surrounding her, young guys. She recognized Dave’s face and wondered if her daughter was with her beau. Donna couldn’t see her, but noticed. "Jill?" Yes?" Could I have something to eat?" Oh, God, Jack, I'm sorry. What would you like?" I'd like bacon and eggs and the whole works, but I don't know if my stomach can handle it. I don't even know if I should drink coffee." Can you handle tea until your stomach settles?" Sure." OK. I'm pretty sure we have another box of muffin mix in there. How do blueberry muffins sound?" They sound good." OK. Do you want to eat in the kitchen or should I bring it in here?" I'd like to sit down at the. ‘That long? Are you sure there’s not a phone nearby that I can use?’ Johnny looked up the road thoughtfully. ‘Maria’s hacienda is a few miles east of here. After I look at your car, I can give you a ride up there.’ Looking past him, Vanessa glanced in the direction he’d indicated. To the east, the dirt road inclined into a winding hill, and she thought she saw a large house sitting atop the hill. She groaned inwardly, as the realization set in that she was not going to make her meeting today..