““ Elisa may have ridden roughshod over other girls who’ve done this summer course, made their lives a misery , I think angrily. But she’s met her match this time. How dare she make Kelly cry--ruin her first evening away from home? I stare at Elisa until she looks back at me. And then I raise my glass to her, and, just as she did, with my arm blocking her mother’s view of my lips, I mouth “ maiali ” right back at her, watching with satisfaction as she bridles in fury. You’ve got no idea what you’ve started , I convey to her very clearly. It’s war. ””
