“I assume that speech was about him?” Juliet inclined her head at Jack and Lucy nodded, feeling her smile stretch across her face as Jack’s father and her mother strolled over, still holding hands.
“Having my uncle for my stepdad won’t be at all weird for me. We can just call me Hamlet!” Juliet laughed and hugged her. The commotion drew Jenny and Barb, who walked over, hand in hand.
“Everyone turn this way please,” the photographer’s bossy voice called. “I need a family portrait.”
As the late autumn breeze shook the leaves from the trees, sending gold and russet and crimson leaves skittering through the tent, like a kiss from beyond the grave, Lucy swore she could hear Nonna Belladonna’s cackling, delighted to finally have her family all together.
Lucy
Apple Hill Farm, New Hampshire
Present Day
One Year Later
Lucy waddled out on the Feast of St. Michael the Archangel to harvest the last of the eggplant on the farm she and Jack now owned. The late September sky was a perfect blue bowl above, without a single fluffy cloud to mar the warm golden sunshine. Applebury enjoyed one of its last Indian summer days before the crisp autumn settled in and she meant to enjoy it. Her time in Italy gave her an appreciation for the little things in life that made life worth living. She mentally composed a new blog post for her wildly successful cooking blog about enjoying the seasons as they came. Or would it be better for the cookbook she was contracted to write, Cooking with Nonna? Well, she’d write it, and decide later.
She’d gotten this love of gardening from both her grandfathers. She meandered along the rows, snapping away a tomato or a late pepper here and there. The familiar, sharp spicy scent of the tomato plants brought back a visceral memory of the man she knew as her grandfather, Tony. She remembered being a young toddler, playing among the tomato plants at their house. He stood at the end of the row—fussing over his runner beans— in plaid shorts and a white t-shirt, waving to her. “Hi Lucia! Our bellissima!” he said and smiled at her grandmother. Tears pricked at her eyes as she thought of the man who’d adored her and who always smelled of peppermint sweets.
She thought, as she often did, of her grandfather by blood, Paolo. Her hand caressed the rounded swell of her belly. He was excited to meet the babe she carried, as well as the rest of the family, when he arrived next month. When she’d called with her news, he’d shouted in to the phone, “I will be there. I will come to America for the christening of the bella bambina!”
“We don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet.” Lucy laughed into the phone, holding Jack’s hand and smiling into his sparkling green eyes. How could one life hold so much joy?
“It will be a girl. She will look like Belladonna. Of this, I am certain, bellissima,” Paolo answered, in that maddening way of old people when they think they have more wisdom than the young and don’t want to face any arguments about pesky little things like facts.
“Well, I guess we’ll know soon if he was right, eh, baby?” Lucy talked to her growing belly as Frankie walked beside her like a feline guardian angel. Perhaps he was. Perhaps Nonna prompted him to guard her today. She wandered among the rows, enjoying the sun on her bare shoulders, and gathering the fresh, rich ingredients for her last batch of summer sauce this year. She made her way slowly back to the house—Lucy couldn’t do anything fast these days. And made her way into the kitchen, stopping to stretch her aching lower back. Lucy salted the eggplant and started chopping when the first mild contraction hit.
“Oh boy, baby mine. Hold on until I make the sauce.” Lucy laughed but tried to hurry a bit. Her doctor warned her that her second baby would come much faster than her first endless labor with Juliet. When all the ingredients nestled in the saucepot, she timed the contractions as about seven minutes apart and coordinated with the doctor. She got herself ready to go, made a cup of tea, and stirred the sauce while she waited for Jack. In a few moments, he burst through the door, with Jenny behind him.
“Oh good, you’re here. The sauce is almost ready.” Lucy smiled at them both.
“Sauce!” Jack cried. “Forget the sauce!”
“Jack, calm down,” said Jenny. “She’ll be fine. He was a nightmare when I was in labor with the boys.”
“Yes, I just want to eat my sauce before I go to the hospital,” Lucy answered as her water broke and splashed all over the floor. “Oops. Better hurry.”
“They won’t let her eat anything once we get there,” Jenny said, as she found a dishtowel, spread it on the seat, and guided Lucy to the chair. While Jack stood in the doorframe, gulping for air, Jenny ladled up the al dente pasta and a good helping of sauce for each of them. She pushed Jack into a chair at the table and efficiently packed the leftovers into the fridge.
Lucy took a bite and smiled at Jack. “Remember when we ate this same lunch last year?”
Jack smiled rather wanly back and nodded before burying his head in his shaking hands.
“Did you ever think we’d end up like this?” Lucy waved at her swollen belly and the wedding rings hanging next to her silver locket on a chain around her neck. Jack smiled at her, lighting up his whole face.
“I hoped so,” Jack answered, his hand clasped in hers. Jenny sniffled and swiped at her eyes with a dishtowel.
“What can I say? I’m a sap! I love happy endings.”
And when Rose Belladonna Hamilton made her appearance at the local hospital an indecent amount of time later, she gave both her parents a very happy ending indeed.
The End
Acknowledgements
No book is written in a vacuum. This book would not be here without the many sacrifices my husband and son made during the writing of it. My husband is my very own real-life hero and my son is my reason for everything.
Many thanks to my wonderful editor, Bev Katz Rosenbaum; beta support from Karen Lawson of The Proof Is in the Reading; and for copy-editing, Alastair Stephens of StoryWonk. And also to my dear friend, Hannah, who corrected my abysmal Italian.
To my great delight, this book is part of the Amazon Kindle Scout program, a crowd-sourcing publishing platform. Many thanks to the amazing Amazon Kindle Scout team, especially Megan and Paul for their assistance with the manuscript.
No writer gets by without writer friends to keep her sane, brainstorm with them, and talk about the characters as if they are real. Heather and Ashley, you’re the best!
For my beta readers, who waded through multiple drafts, thank you for helping me make this book the best it could be. Heather, Meredith, Paula, and Glenn. Thanks!
Much thanks and love to my uncle and godfather, Larry Fedorchak, for the summer sauce recipe.
Much love and thanks to my aunt Karen Fedorchak without whom I would not have experienced Mike’s Pastry’s in Boston’s North End.
With love and thanks to my son, my husband, my parents, and my sister for their constant unwavering support.
Author’s Note
It’s always amazing to me how a book comes together from separate threads of inspiration. My first story glimpse of this book was of Lucy, in the first scene, making summer sauce and proclaiming she needed a lover. When I started to write this story, I didn’t know who Lucy was and why she felt she needed a lover. But, it was November 1, 2011 and it was time to start NaNoWriMo 2011. I needed a story, so off we went.
Applebury is loosely based on the small town of Amesbury, Massachusetts. Mikes Pastries really does exist in the newly revitalized North End of Boston. If you ever get the chance, go enjoy a cannoli!
I hadn’t been writing long—only a few pages—when Nonna Belladonna appeared wholesale. We were off to Italy. I have never been to Italy—it’s long been a dream destination for me and my husband—and I knew next to nothing about Italy in the Second World War
As the Germans retreated, through the remainder of 1943 and 1944, they occasionally attacked various towns. As I was developing Bella’s story, I heard CNN report on the story of San Pancrazio. On 29 June 1944, German soldier
s attacked the tiny mountaintop village, killing 73 men and destroying the village. The horror of San Pancrazio became the basis for Belladonna’s fictional hometown, Ali d’Angelo, and Paolo’s story. Ali d’Angelo translates to Angel’s Wings, an appropriate name for a tiny hamlet in the clouds. Here is the CNN story
Ali d’Angelo, as written about in this book, does not exist. But, the horrors that are described in the book and the wholesale destruction of towns throughout Tuscany and the rest of Italy at the end of World War II are adapted from survivor’s accounts of German army’s aggression against civilians after Italy’s surrender in 1943. Ali d’Angelo, Belladonna, and Paolo are creations of my own imagination but they could have lived and could have suffered the same fate as so many did.
Art and other priceless cultural treasures are often victims of war too. The Monuments Men, made famous by the recent George Clooney movie for their better-known work in France, were also quite busy in Italy. Bella’s love interest, Paolo LaRosa, works with the Monuments Men and, as she has quite a warren of deep caves in her vineyard; they meet when Paolo and the Monuments Men want to secrete art treasures there. Paolo himself did not exist, except in my imagination, but the Monuments Men did. The books I relied on to learn about their mission were:
Saving Italy: The Race to Rescue a Nations Treasures from the Nazis by Robert M. Edsel.
The Monuments Men by Robert M. Edsel
The Rape of Europa by Lynn H. Nicholas
So once I knew Belladonna’s backstory, Jack and Lucy were heading to Italy to see if they could find their second chance at love.
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Belladonna’s Secret Sauce
1 eggplant
1 zucchini
1 pepper
1 onion
8 ozs baby bella mushrooms
1 28-oz can of tomatoes.
2-4 cloves of minced garlic.
Fresh herbs—oregano and basil
Pinch of sugar
1) Peel eggplant and slice into rounds. Sprinkle kosher salt over rounds and set aside for 15 minutes.
2) Meanwhile, chop zucchini and pepper into 1 inch-sized pieces. Chop onion.
3) Rinse eggplant and salt opposite side for fifteen minutes, then rinse and sauté with vegetables.
4) Heat oil and sauté all vegetables with garlic until soft.
5) Place veggies in a large stockpot and pour tomatoes over them. Add herbs of choice (oregano and basil are always good choices!) and a pinch of sugar. Let sauce simmer, stirring occasionally, for between 2 and 3 hours.
6) Serve over favorite pasta. Also freezes beautifully.
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