feeling from people. When I mix that feeling with the pizzaâKABOOM!âI make a match.â
I saw her write âkaboom.â âAnd you knew when I ordered that I would match well with Angelo?â
âI looked at the pizza options in the room and went with my gut,â I said. âWhen I mixed up your checks, it was sort of an experiment to see if there was a spark. I provided the intro, and you did the rest.â
Just then I glanced over Murielle duPluieâs shoulder to the window that looked out on the cobblestone street. Aunt Maria was coming back, earlier than planned.
Oh. No.
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My thumb went to my ear, and I wiggled my fingers.
âAre you okay?â Murielle duPluie asked.
âFine.â I called, âGi!â into the kitchen.
Gianna saw my signal and Aunt Maria. She raced to the door to intercept her. âIâm so glad youâre here,â she said to Aunt Maria. âMmmm . . . errr . . .â
Gi, think fast.
âItâs the sauce,â Gianna blurted out.
Meanwhile, I pointed to the pictures hanging on the wall facing away from the door and said to Murielle duPluie, âLet me tell you a story about this picture right here. Youâll love this, really.â
I said, âThat one is the house where this restaurant started.â
I glanced over to Eduardo Macelli. He was in such deep conversation with the two ladies Iâd sat him with that he didnât notice Aunt Maria.
I continued, âPeople came from all around. . . .â I heard Aunt Maria say, â Mamma mia! What is this about the sauce?â She hurried toward the kitchen without noticing Eduardo Macelli, the reporter, or someone taking my picture. Thatâs how important sauce was to Aunt Maria.
AJ appeared with a stack of take-out containers. âYou must be in a hurry,â he said to Murielle duPluie and the photographer. âI wrapped up some tiramisu and rum cake for you guys to take with you.â To me, so that Murielle duPluie could hear, he said, âWe have a matchmaking request for you. High priority. A complicated case.â
âDuty calls,â I said.
Murielle duPluie looked at her watch. âJust one more question. Whatâs your favorite topping?â she asked me.
I smiled. âUmm. I, umm . . . I like ham and pineapple. But you really canât find that in Rome. Itâs an American thing.â
âMaybe you can introduce it to Italy.â She held her mic near AJâs mouth. âAnd you? Whatâs yours?â
âIâm an anchovy guy. All the way. And you can quote me on that.â
She smiled and asked me, âIs anchovy a good match with ham and pineapple?â
âThatâs more than one question,â I said quickly. âIâll just say, âCome to Amore Pizzeria, and maybe youâll find your love.âââ
Murielle duPluie clicked off the recorder. âThank you. Merci . This will be formidable . Maybe I can do a follow-up story in a few days and see how your skills are improving?â
âSure.â I led her to the front door. As she walked away, I listened to her stiletto heels clickety-clack down the cobblestones.
When she was a safe distance away, I spun around. âThat was close,â I said to AJ.
âYou said âduty,âââ he said. âYou know, like doody. Like poop.â
Boys!
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I flew into the kitchen. Aunt Maria was tasting the sauce. âIt is perfect.â
âOh, phew,â Gianna said. âI thought maybe it wasnât warm enough.â
âOh, you worry too much,â Aunt Maria said. She looked at the dining room and saw Eduardo Macelli. âHe here?â
âI know,â I said. âIf you had a cell phone, I couldâve called you to tell you.â
âNo cell phone.â She went to talk to him. I held my breath for a minute and watched them talk. They
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