I sit down next to Nonna and hold her hand. I look up at her face and see that tears are streaming down her face. I lift my hand and wipe them away. ‘Don’t cry, Nonna. Those horrible people have gone now.’ I have not seen Nonna cry often.
Nonna just shakes her head and takes a couple of hiccupping breaths. She tries to smile again. But still, it doesn’t look like her normal smile. Tears continue to drip off her face onto her woollen cardigan. Her hand is also quivering and I cover it with both of mine. ‘Nonna, shall I get you a glass of water?’
Again she smiles. ‘Shhhh. Just let me catch my breath.’
I nod. ‘Did you see all the feathers from the cushion? And what about Dirce’s mirror … it’s all broken!’ I start remembering all that has happened. Nonna agrees and says we will have to tell Mamma.
‘Aiutami, piccolina. Help me, little one.’ I pull at her hand with both my arms to help her up. At the same time, Nonna uses her other hand to push against the wall so that she is once again standing up next to me. ‘Andiamo a casa. Let’s go home.’
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