Valentina calling some instructions to Alessi over her shoulder as we go and I glance to see him give a confirming wave, moving to a large brass coffee machine. Daniel takes his grandmother’s hand and the four of us move through a back door onto a gorgeous little patio that actually reminds me a great deal of the patio at Kent’s house.
I smile when I realize that this must have been his inspiration, and a warmth runs through me. Even though he’s not here, it’s so lovely to finally be getting these insights to Kent’s life, his personality, his past.
“I am Valentina,” the woman says to me, leading me to a little wooden chair at a cozy patio set and grabbing a pillow. I smile up at her as she solicitously tucks the pillow behind my back, ensuring my comfort. “I am Alessi’s wife – we are so
