Chapter THIRTY-FOUR

DESTINY

The cool dirt felt good beneath my torn jeans as I dug holes for Nonna’s basil plants. She was adding three more rows of herbs to the already impressive garden she’d planted in the back courtyard of the apartment complex she owned.

I’d finished recording for the day and had just come back from the city when I saw the old woman hauling bags of dirt outside. She had plenty of helpers, but Nonna wasn’t one to sit back and watch. But I managed to distract her by telling her I was hungry.

The woman had some sort of inner sensor and letting her know if anyone within a twenty-foot radius of her was hungry. Once she’d established that, it was only a matter of time before she had something homemade and delicious sitting in front of you.

“I’m going to go grab some more fertilizer from the truck. I’ll leave the side gate open,” Vince, the building manager, told me,