Jack couldn’t help but look amused, even if he couldn’t understand the Italian, it sounded interesting, “Not much, I read, help the guy who runs the lodgin’ house with a few things,” he ignored the comment about Rosetta sneaking behind their backs, he had nothing to say on it, he smiled when Rosetta came in, relieved she brought the food, hoping they’d be too busy eating to interrogate him anymore.
Rosetta quickly returned with four more plates, setting them in front of Jack, her mother, Naomi, and her nephew. She ducked back inside to grab her own plate, and slipped into her seat between Jack and Salvatore. She looked down at her mother, who glanced quickly around the table before folding her hands and bowing her head. The rest of the family followed suit.
“Oh Signore ci benedica, e questi tuoi doni, che ci apprestiamo a ricevere, dalla tua bontà, per mezzo di Cristo, Nostro Signore. Amen.” Her mother led the prayer, with the family murmuring along and joining in fully on the amen. Once the prayer was done, everyone looked up and began to eat.
“Oh, Rosetta.” Mr. Valentini looked up and raised an eyebrow at her. “Luisa told us an interesting story about your day yesterday.”
“Oh?” Rosetta coughed and directed her attention to her plate. “Did she? Hmm, couldn’t have possibly been as interesting as she said, she has an imagination, you know—”
“And then the paper this morning said something about a bank robbery and a hostage situation. Did you see that story, Jack?” Mr. Valentini talked over her, continuing his train of thought. Rosetta flushed and started stabbing her potatoes with her fork. She had avoiding telling her family about her day, but she should have known Luisa wouldn’t have been able to keep her mouth shut.
((“Bless us Oh Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.”))