"I did. Feel free to help yourself, if you'd like."
It all feels like a lifetime ago, some days. Or like a dream that belonged to someone that never was. But no, the dream was hers. This was all she'd wanted: a small garden to call her own and to fill bellies up with good food, no matter their station. No one would leave her corner of Palermo hungry, or sad. She can't imagine that sort of lightness anymore, but it was hers, once.
Even if Marcos weren't vaguely familiar from the night(...s) of the Bessis fete, he looks a bit like she did when she first arrived to Taravast, out of place and in search of something steady. They all want a way back.
Emilia may not be able to offer much where that's concerned, yet. But she can offer bread.
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It all feels like a lifetime ago, some days. Or like a dream that belonged to someone that never was. But no, the dream was hers. This was all she'd wanted: a small garden to call her own and to fill bellies up with good food, no matter their station. No one would leave her corner of Palermo hungry, or sad. She can't imagine that sort of lightness anymore, but it was hers, once.
Even if Marcos weren't vaguely familiar from the night(...s) of the Bessis fete, he looks a bit like she did when she first arrived to Taravast, out of place and in search of something steady. They all want a way back.
Emilia may not be able to offer much where that's concerned, yet. But she can offer bread.