Secrets in Translation by Margo Sorenson;

Author:Margo Sorenson;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent Publishers Group
Published: 2018-10-17T20:47:18+00:00

Chapter Nine

We settled on our picnic blanket and Nicole handed out lunch. I looked back to where Carlo and Prof. Scioscia—if that really was his name—had been standing. They were gone.

“Meeting about lemons, eh?” Phil asked, noticing my glance. He swirled his wine in his plastic glass, which seemed a funny, gourmet-ish thing to do, considering the glass was plastic. “I read that if you don’t use the right lemons to make limoncello, the liqueur will be inferior. The type of lemons you must use is regulated by the government. The same kind of rules that wineries are also subject to,” he said with a smile at me. “You would know about that. Lots of regulations in wineries too.”

“Carlo told me they have inspectors who come to the factory to make sure they are using the kind of lemons they say they are,” I volunteered. I wasn’t too thrilled about discussing wineries, regulations, and grapes—even with the Cowans.

“So, can we visit the factory tomorrow?” Carrie asked, almost bouncing up and down on the stone bench.

Nicole and Phil grinned at each other. “Well,” Phil said, “I guess we can go tomorrow. I need a little break from the Saracens anyway.”

I wasn’t sure that I was really excited to visit the Bertoluccis’ factory now, since we’d interrupted Carlo in his meeting. There could be only one reason he chose to meet this guy away from his factory at a place where usually only tourists went—he wanted to keep the meeting secret. But why? Could Carlo possibly be involved with the Sacra Lista? My heart sank.

He was too nice, too straight, too real, I told myself—wasn’t he? I was thinking about Carlo more than was good for me, especially after having known him for only a few days. There was just something about him; he seemed different from other guys I had met. Maybe it was his seriousness combined with his wry sense of humor or his obvious dedication to his work. All I knew was that I wanted to be around him all the time. Oh, and not to mention how hot he was!

“Well, Carlo said we could stop by anytime,” I said. We might as well get it over with and then Carrie would stop bugging me. I knew her well enough now to know that when she had her mind set on something she would never let it go. And, I admitted to myself, I definitely didn’t mind seeing Carlo again. When I stopped to think about it, I couldn’t believe that Carlo could actually be involved with the Sacra Lista. My heart sank at the thought. I was sure there must be a good explanation of his secret meeting with his ‘professor,’ and I was determined to find out what it was.

“Great!” Carrie said, a grin spreading across her face.

For the next hour, Phil took notes on the Norman architectural surroundings, Nicole and I read, while Carrie thumbed through an Italian celebrity magazine and peered through the iron gates at Il Torre Clavel.

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