““The Fall Ball," I told her. "Our Halloween dance." "Ah.You have a boy to go with?" "Absolutely.Frankie." She sighed, and perched on the edge of my bed.Her feet dangled a good six inches off the floor. "I like your Frankie, but he's not going to make pretty bambini with you." "Nonna!" "Well,is he?No." She leaned forward. "Now, that boy with the nice voice and bony mother.He might do." I sighed. "He might do a lot of things, Nonna." I'm not one of them. "Dancing with me is not one of them." "He liked my pane. " "Yup.He did." "And you.He likes you." "Nope.That he does not." "Hmph.You with all the answers about boys." That made me smile. "Apparently, I don't even know the right questions." "Who does? Even kings don't know te right questions.Eh,did you know there is a love story between a king and a queen in your history? Here." She patted the bed. "Get in, cucciola. I will tell you.””
