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found out anything, and one thing led to
another. I think she regretted mentioning it after she said it.”
“I would imagine she did.
I’ve got to leave. See you later,” he said, lightly kissing her and patting
Caesar on his head as he walked to the door.
“I’ll probably be in the
kitchen when you get back,” Kelly said. “The chef asked me to be a server
tonight, so I could finish the risotto. I’m going to be leaving now, too. I
don’t have much time until I have to report back to the kitchen. I’ll be
curious what the report has to say.”
“You’re not the only one,”
he said as he walked out the door.
CHAPTER 13
Kelly and Caesar went down the stairs
to the front desk of the castle. “Matteo,” she said to the young man who had
escorted them to their room the day before, “I was told you have bicycles
available for the guests. Would it be possible for me to ride one into the
village?”
“Of course. Follow me. I
see you have made friends with Caesar. He was Signora Nardo’s dog.
Caesar usually doesn’t mingle with the guests. I was surprised to see him come
down the stairs with you.”
“He probably senses that I
love dogs. I’d like to take him to the village with me. Do you think that would
be a problem?”
“No, it will be fine.
Actually, it would probably be a good thing. While we have very little crime
around here, oh, maybe a petty theft or two, we prefer it if the guests don’t
leave the premises by themselves, but if Caesar is with you there won’t be a
problem,” he said as he opened the door of a storage shed and took out a bright
blue bicycle.
“He doesn’t seem like he’s
particularly aggressive,” Kelly said.
“I’ve never known him to
be aggressive. I would say he’s protective. You don’t need to worry about
having him in the village with you. Is there some place special you’re going?”
“I own a coffee shop back
in the United States, so I love to go to shops that have cooking things for
sale. I assume there’s one in the village.”
“Yes. It is called Cucina .
It’s not a very original name. It means kitchen in Italian. Go to the second
stop sign when you get to the village and turn right. It’s down about half a
block on the right hand side. You can’t miss it. There’s a large blue awning
with the word “ Cucina ” written in big white letters on it. Signora Nardo didn’t want the staff to tell any of the guests about it, because it’s
owned by Berto Moretti. He’s the man who owns the other cooking school in our
area. There is bad blood between the Morettis and the Nardos. They don’t speak
to each other. Our cooking school has always been much more popular than his,
but it’s not surprising because Chef Bianchi is considered to be one of the best
chefs in Italy. Signor Moretti is very tight with his money and won’t
pay to have a top-notch chef come to his cooking school. He opened the shop in
the village hoping to get tourists to stop in and then sign up for his cooking
school. When our school is sold out, he winds up getting the students who can’t
get in here.”
“Thanks Matteo. If I don’t
leave now, I’ll never be back in time to finish my risotto for dinner tonight.
I don’t want to make Chef Bianchi angry.”
“No, that you don’t want
to do. She doesn’t get angry often, but when she does, you definitely don’t
want to be around her. She and the Signora did not get along. I really
don’t know why. On the surface the Signora was always nice to her, but
one time I heard her tell Signor Nardo that she hated Chef Bianchi
because she acted like she was so important. I remember him asking her why
she’d hired her, but I didn’t hear her answer.”
“That’s interesting. I
never would have thought that. She was very gracious to Chef Bianchi at dinner
last night.”
“That was part of a show
for the guests. When the guests weren’t around, it was pretty clear they really
didn’t like each other.”
“Thanks
another. I think she regretted mentioning it after she said it.”
“I would imagine she did.
I’ve got to leave. See you later,” he said, lightly kissing her and patting
Caesar on his head as he walked to the door.
“I’ll probably be in the
kitchen when you get back,” Kelly said. “The chef asked me to be a server
tonight, so I could finish the risotto. I’m going to be leaving now, too. I
don’t have much time until I have to report back to the kitchen. I’ll be
curious what the report has to say.”
“You’re not the only one,”
he said as he walked out the door.
CHAPTER 13
Kelly and Caesar went down the stairs
to the front desk of the castle. “Matteo,” she said to the young man who had
escorted them to their room the day before, “I was told you have bicycles
available for the guests. Would it be possible for me to ride one into the
village?”
“Of course. Follow me. I
see you have made friends with Caesar. He was Signora Nardo’s dog.
Caesar usually doesn’t mingle with the guests. I was surprised to see him come
down the stairs with you.”
“He probably senses that I
love dogs. I’d like to take him to the village with me. Do you think that would
be a problem?”
“No, it will be fine.
Actually, it would probably be a good thing. While we have very little crime
around here, oh, maybe a petty theft or two, we prefer it if the guests don’t
leave the premises by themselves, but if Caesar is with you there won’t be a
problem,” he said as he opened the door of a storage shed and took out a bright
blue bicycle.
“He doesn’t seem like he’s
particularly aggressive,” Kelly said.
“I’ve never known him to
be aggressive. I would say he’s protective. You don’t need to worry about
having him in the village with you. Is there some place special you’re going?”
“I own a coffee shop back
in the United States, so I love to go to shops that have cooking things for
sale. I assume there’s one in the village.”
“Yes. It is called Cucina .
It’s not a very original name. It means kitchen in Italian. Go to the second
stop sign when you get to the village and turn right. It’s down about half a
block on the right hand side. You can’t miss it. There’s a large blue awning
with the word “ Cucina ” written in big white letters on it. Signora Nardo didn’t want the staff to tell any of the guests about it, because it’s
owned by Berto Moretti. He’s the man who owns the other cooking school in our
area. There is bad blood between the Morettis and the Nardos. They don’t speak
to each other. Our cooking school has always been much more popular than his,
but it’s not surprising because Chef Bianchi is considered to be one of the best
chefs in Italy. Signor Moretti is very tight with his money and won’t
pay to have a top-notch chef come to his cooking school. He opened the shop in
the village hoping to get tourists to stop in and then sign up for his cooking
school. When our school is sold out, he winds up getting the students who can’t
get in here.”
“Thanks Matteo. If I don’t
leave now, I’ll never be back in time to finish my risotto for dinner tonight.
I don’t want to make Chef Bianchi angry.”
“No, that you don’t want
to do. She doesn’t get angry often, but when she does, you definitely don’t
want to be around her. She and the Signora did not get along. I really
don’t know why. On the surface the Signora was always nice to her, but
one time I heard her tell Signor Nardo that she hated Chef Bianchi
because she acted like she was so important. I remember him asking her why
she’d hired her, but I didn’t hear her answer.”
“That’s interesting. I
never would have thought that. She was very gracious to Chef Bianchi at dinner
last night.”
“That was part of a show
for the guests. When the guests weren’t around, it was pretty clear they really
didn’t like each other.”
“Thanks
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