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perfection of her patrician profile and she wore the black, designer suit with pearls as if she were heading into the office for an important meeting.
Who wore suits for breakfast anymore, when all they were required to do was to ensure that the household ran smoothly. With only two people living in the house, that chore couldn’t be very difficult. It occurred to Sasha that she couldn’t remember Riasa doing anything during the day besides a series of visits to ‘important people’ each Wednesday . How did the woman fill her day? How did she spend her time and fill her life with value and excitement. Sasha wasn’t even sure if she took vacations besides moving from the palazzo in Rome to the family summer home in Tuscany. Sasha had never visited that house, but she suspected that Riasa did the same things in Tuscany that she did here in Rome, which possibly wasn’t a great deal.
Could that be the reason for her animosity towards other living beings? Jealousy that she had nothing better to do with her life other than review dinner menus?
Not her problem, Sasha thought to herself and considered her breakfast options.
She could walk out and find a small café to grab some breakfast, or she could sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat. She didn’t mind making her own meals if it meant not being belittled by Dante’s mother. In the end, she smelled the delicious scents of the buffet style breakfast and her stomach growled, making up her mind for her. S he was simply too hungry and too poor of a cook herself to avoid grabbing something to eat. So instead of launching out on her own and finding a meal, she bravely walked in to the dining room .
She forced a sunny disposition, trying to appear good natured as if she’d let bygones be bygones from the past . “Good morning Riasa. It’s been a while. How have you been?” Sasha asked politely as she walked over to the breakfast bar which was laid out with various breakfast foods and an urn of coffee. The smell of the scrambled eggs and some sort of sausage tempted her and she gazed with longing at the fresh tomatoes and mozzarella cheese drizzled in olive oil. She’d missed these kinds of breakfasts. Normally, Italians ate only coffee and some sort of biscuit but Dante preferred a full breakfast each morning and Sasha had always loved coming down to discover what delicious surprises were available.
Riasa glanced at Sasha ’s jeans and tee-shirt disdainfully as she carefully folded the newspaper and placed it beside her before picking up her coffee. “Ah, the prodigal daughter in law. I can’t say it’s nice to see you. But I guess we all have our cross to bear.”
Sasha was proud that her hand didn’t start shaking as she selected a piece of toast and some juice. Somehow, her appetite had deserted her with those sarcastic words. Trying hard to rise above the evil woman’s anger, Sasha took a deep breath and sat down at the table. “I’m very sorry to hear about Rennata,” she replied, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat with the fear for the older woman’s health. “ And I’m very glad Dante came to get me.”
“Don’t disturb her!” Riasa ordered, standing up with fury shining through her eyes. “I can’t believe my son gave in to my mother’s request but understand that you are not welcome in this house!”
“Mother!” Dante’s voice boomed from the doorway.
Riasa had the grace to look embarrassed but she regrouped quickly. “I’m sorry Dante. But what this….” She looked over at Sasha with contempt, “ woman,” she finally said with scorn , “ did to you, to this family, was just unconscionable .” With that, she swept out of the room but left one parting remark. “See if you can get her into something more presentable before she leaves the house. She might have left you, but she still represents this family.”
Sasha looked down at her
Who wore suits for breakfast anymore, when all they were required to do was to ensure that the household ran smoothly. With only two people living in the house, that chore couldn’t be very difficult. It occurred to Sasha that she couldn’t remember Riasa doing anything during the day besides a series of visits to ‘important people’ each Wednesday . How did the woman fill her day? How did she spend her time and fill her life with value and excitement. Sasha wasn’t even sure if she took vacations besides moving from the palazzo in Rome to the family summer home in Tuscany. Sasha had never visited that house, but she suspected that Riasa did the same things in Tuscany that she did here in Rome, which possibly wasn’t a great deal.
Could that be the reason for her animosity towards other living beings? Jealousy that she had nothing better to do with her life other than review dinner menus?
Not her problem, Sasha thought to herself and considered her breakfast options.
She could walk out and find a small café to grab some breakfast, or she could sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat. She didn’t mind making her own meals if it meant not being belittled by Dante’s mother. In the end, she smelled the delicious scents of the buffet style breakfast and her stomach growled, making up her mind for her. S he was simply too hungry and too poor of a cook herself to avoid grabbing something to eat. So instead of launching out on her own and finding a meal, she bravely walked in to the dining room .
She forced a sunny disposition, trying to appear good natured as if she’d let bygones be bygones from the past . “Good morning Riasa. It’s been a while. How have you been?” Sasha asked politely as she walked over to the breakfast bar which was laid out with various breakfast foods and an urn of coffee. The smell of the scrambled eggs and some sort of sausage tempted her and she gazed with longing at the fresh tomatoes and mozzarella cheese drizzled in olive oil. She’d missed these kinds of breakfasts. Normally, Italians ate only coffee and some sort of biscuit but Dante preferred a full breakfast each morning and Sasha had always loved coming down to discover what delicious surprises were available.
Riasa glanced at Sasha ’s jeans and tee-shirt disdainfully as she carefully folded the newspaper and placed it beside her before picking up her coffee. “Ah, the prodigal daughter in law. I can’t say it’s nice to see you. But I guess we all have our cross to bear.”
Sasha was proud that her hand didn’t start shaking as she selected a piece of toast and some juice. Somehow, her appetite had deserted her with those sarcastic words. Trying hard to rise above the evil woman’s anger, Sasha took a deep breath and sat down at the table. “I’m very sorry to hear about Rennata,” she replied, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat with the fear for the older woman’s health. “ And I’m very glad Dante came to get me.”
“Don’t disturb her!” Riasa ordered, standing up with fury shining through her eyes. “I can’t believe my son gave in to my mother’s request but understand that you are not welcome in this house!”
“Mother!” Dante’s voice boomed from the doorway.
Riasa had the grace to look embarrassed but she regrouped quickly. “I’m sorry Dante. But what this….” She looked over at Sasha with contempt, “ woman,” she finally said with scorn , “ did to you, to this family, was just unconscionable .” With that, she swept out of the room but left one parting remark. “See if you can get her into something more presentable before she leaves the house. She might have left you, but she still represents this family.”
Sasha looked down at her
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