who.
“ Dominic . ”
“ Thanks . ” I offered a smile .“ Anything exciting ? ”
“ Yes m a’ am. You will be having lunch with Mr. Moretti at Timber . ”
“ Okay and when is that ? ”
“ Noon . ”
I nodded as I walked through the apartment to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. The smell of bacon quickly grabbed my attention.
“ Hello ? ” I asked a tiny woman moving about in the kitchen.
She quickly turned from the stove and wiped her hands on her apron .“ Isabella, oh i t’ s such a pleasure to meet you ! ” She said in her thick Italian accent. Her smile reminded me of home and I melted into her hug .“ Are you hungry? I’ m making you breakfast, but was n’ t sure what yo u’ d like so I made a bit of everything . ” She leaned back.
“ Oh wow! That is so thoughtful of you . ”
“ Oh, I’ m so sorry. I’ m Alessandra. I’ m Mr. Morett i’ s housekeeper. Well now I’ m also your housekeeper. I do like the sound of that. Come sit . ” She patted the tall bar stool at the kitchen island .“ What would you like ? ”
“ The bacon smells amazing . ” I smiled.
“ Eggs? Would you like coffee? Mr. Moretti prefers tea, so I was n’ t sure . ” She eyed me questionably.
“ Yes, that would be lovely . ” This woman was so kind. I imagined her being like my mother would've been. I smiled at the thought.
She quickly retrieved a cup of coffee bringing it to me .“ How do you like it dear ? ” She was so quick to please me. But I honestly thought it brought her more pleasure to do it. My heart swelled.
“ Cream and sugar . ” The aroma was amazing rich and dark. She handed me the liquid creamer and bowl of sugar. I watched from under my lashes as she paid close attention, she was trying to learn how I preferred my coffee. When I was finished she clapped her hands together once and turned to the stove.
“ Tell me about yourself Bella. Or do you do prefer Isabella ? ” She turned to me as she waited for my response.
“ Bella, please . ” I smiled.
“ Okay . ” She also smiled raising her index finger .“ Got it . ”
Alessandra set several plates in front of me with several breakfast foods, watching me carefully. She was learning about me. I smiled at the thought that she wanted to be so helpful. She was my favorite part of Chicago so far.
When I finished, she quickly cleaned up the mess. We conversed as I had eaten my breakfast. I learned she was from Sicily and had known the Moretti family for a very long time. I spoke freely about myself feeling safe with her. She did n’ t have children as her only son had died. She did n’ t speak about how he had passed and I did n’ t ask, but I could see how proud of him she was. She smiled and watched me as I talked about my family and college. She was so interested in what I had to say. I sat there watching her as she continued cleaning up. When I finally excused myself she was already on her way to clean the rest of the house at mad speeds. She had more energy than I did. When she saw Domini c’ s feet on the coffee table she smacked him, yelling a few words in Italian. I giggled to myself as I followed the stairs to my room to call Papa. I was feeling a bit of guilt for enjoying my morning here.
The phone rang three times when he finally answered .“ Isabella ? ”
“ Papa, how are you ? ” I cried quietly to myself. Yes, I was twenty four years old, but I was a dadd y’ s girl and I was proud of it. He was all I had.
“I’ m fine, just fine. How are you settling in ? ” I could hear his voice relax.
“ I t’ s okay. I’ m going to visit often. I want to make sure yo u’ re alright . ”
“ Yes, that would be good, but not right now. Wait a little while. I have lots of time. I’ d like for you to get settled then you will visit . ” He breathed.
I wanted desperately to know what he was keeping from me. We talked for another twenty minutes about nothing much. I told him how nice Alessandra had been. I
“ Dominic . ”
“ Thanks . ” I offered a smile .“ Anything exciting ? ”
“ Yes m a’ am. You will be having lunch with Mr. Moretti at Timber . ”
“ Okay and when is that ? ”
“ Noon . ”
I nodded as I walked through the apartment to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. The smell of bacon quickly grabbed my attention.
“ Hello ? ” I asked a tiny woman moving about in the kitchen.
She quickly turned from the stove and wiped her hands on her apron .“ Isabella, oh i t’ s such a pleasure to meet you ! ” She said in her thick Italian accent. Her smile reminded me of home and I melted into her hug .“ Are you hungry? I’ m making you breakfast, but was n’ t sure what yo u’ d like so I made a bit of everything . ” She leaned back.
“ Oh wow! That is so thoughtful of you . ”
“ Oh, I’ m so sorry. I’ m Alessandra. I’ m Mr. Morett i’ s housekeeper. Well now I’ m also your housekeeper. I do like the sound of that. Come sit . ” She patted the tall bar stool at the kitchen island .“ What would you like ? ”
“ The bacon smells amazing . ” I smiled.
“ Eggs? Would you like coffee? Mr. Moretti prefers tea, so I was n’ t sure . ” She eyed me questionably.
“ Yes, that would be lovely . ” This woman was so kind. I imagined her being like my mother would've been. I smiled at the thought.
She quickly retrieved a cup of coffee bringing it to me .“ How do you like it dear ? ” She was so quick to please me. But I honestly thought it brought her more pleasure to do it. My heart swelled.
“ Cream and sugar . ” The aroma was amazing rich and dark. She handed me the liquid creamer and bowl of sugar. I watched from under my lashes as she paid close attention, she was trying to learn how I preferred my coffee. When I was finished she clapped her hands together once and turned to the stove.
“ Tell me about yourself Bella. Or do you do prefer Isabella ? ” She turned to me as she waited for my response.
“ Bella, please . ” I smiled.
“ Okay . ” She also smiled raising her index finger .“ Got it . ”
Alessandra set several plates in front of me with several breakfast foods, watching me carefully. She was learning about me. I smiled at the thought that she wanted to be so helpful. She was my favorite part of Chicago so far.
When I finished, she quickly cleaned up the mess. We conversed as I had eaten my breakfast. I learned she was from Sicily and had known the Moretti family for a very long time. I spoke freely about myself feeling safe with her. She did n’ t have children as her only son had died. She did n’ t speak about how he had passed and I did n’ t ask, but I could see how proud of him she was. She smiled and watched me as I talked about my family and college. She was so interested in what I had to say. I sat there watching her as she continued cleaning up. When I finally excused myself she was already on her way to clean the rest of the house at mad speeds. She had more energy than I did. When she saw Domini c’ s feet on the coffee table she smacked him, yelling a few words in Italian. I giggled to myself as I followed the stairs to my room to call Papa. I was feeling a bit of guilt for enjoying my morning here.
The phone rang three times when he finally answered .“ Isabella ? ”
“ Papa, how are you ? ” I cried quietly to myself. Yes, I was twenty four years old, but I was a dadd y’ s girl and I was proud of it. He was all I had.
“I’ m fine, just fine. How are you settling in ? ” I could hear his voice relax.
“ I t’ s okay. I’ m going to visit often. I want to make sure yo u’ re alright . ”
“ Yes, that would be good, but not right now. Wait a little while. I have lots of time. I’ d like for you to get settled then you will visit . ” He breathed.
I wanted desperately to know what he was keeping from me. We talked for another twenty minutes about nothing much. I told him how nice Alessandra had been. I
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