laughed, hopefully over the confusion of the meeting place.
When the lunch rush slowed down, Gianna and I sat at the corner near the register with one of Amoreâs menus. She had an assortment of glitter pens, stickers, and stampers. Meataball sat on the extra menus.
I studied menu items. There were so many wonderful traditional Italian dishes. I wondered if maybe Amore could add a few American-inspired pizzas. I wrote descriptions of three combos that I missed in Rome, while Gianna doodled around the edges.
âHow about we name these after American cities?â I suggested. âThis one will be the New York, this one the Philadelphia, and this one the Los Angeles.â
âI love that idea. And Iâll draw something from each city next to themâthe Empire State Building, the Liberty Bell, and the Hollywood sign.â
The new menu was going to look great and offer some items that no other pizzeria in the area had.
âSo,â Gianna began. âRicoâs cute.â
âSure,â I said.
âYou know, it doesnât make sense to me that youâre a matchmaker, yet youâve never had a match of your own,â Gianna continued. âI mean, shouldnât the matchmaker have some experience in romance?â
âUmm . . . maybe. I guess.â Hm. Iâd never really thought about it that way.
âMaybe this could be the summer that you have your first love?â Gianna teased.
I rolled my eyes. Saving Aunt Mariaâs shop and making matches were stressful enoughâI didnât need any more drama in the kitchen!
16
Aunt Maria usually unlocked the Amore Pizzeria door at eleven oâclock in the morning. But the next day, when we were sweeping up the dining room from the work done on the walls the night before, we watched customers begin to gather out front at ten thirty.
âWho are all these people?â she asked. âAre they here because of your samples?â
âI guess so,â I said. âThey were really good. After all, they have your sauce.â I tucked Aunt Mariaâs copy of Il Messaggero with Murielle duPluieâs article under the counter where I kept my matchmaking notes, which were growing to a nice size.
Aunt Maria called to AJ and Vito, âYou have some crust rolled out? I open the doors early.â
âYup,â AJ said.
âOkay.â She asked me, âYou can ask Gianna, Jane, and Rico to come down and help?â
I took the broom to the back corner of the store and knocked on the ceiling four times.
Knockâknockâknockâknock.
It was followed by four stomps. A minute later Gianna, Jane, and Rico walked in the back door.
âWhatâs up?â Gianna asked.
Aunt Maria said, âWe need the help today.â She pointed to the customers.
Rico said, âFood service is not really my gig.â He pushed a button on the copper espresso machine and watched hot brown liquid drip into a tiny ceramic cup. Then he leaned on the counter and sipped it. âIâll be your support system.â
âWhat is âgigâ?â Aunt Maria took an apron off a hook and wrapped it around his waist. It was long, crisp, and white. She handed him a pad and pen. âThere. You are the waiter. Gianna, you are the hostess. AJ, you are the assistant cook. Lucy, the waitress. Everybody has a job. Now, andiamo. Letâs Go!â
Rico huffed and took his last sip of espresso.
âJust smile a lot,â Gianna said to him. âYouâll be fine.â
I said to Gianna, âLetâs check out those new votive candles you put in the dining room.â And I tugged her arm.
âWhat?â she asked. âI can see them from here. Theyâre fine. But just look at that wall.â She pointed to the one that had been scraped with a wire brush last night. It revealed the original brick but still left speckles of white in the grooves. The result was a beautiful
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