“Moving to Naples?” I laugh.
“If you want. But I meant moving. If your family wants to control your life, you can let them, or you can leave.”
I shake my head. “That’s easier said than done.”
“Believe me, there was nothing easy about leaving. But would leaving be easier than trying to control your sister’s life? Or harder?”
That question stops me in my tracks. And of all the things I have enjoyed about Alfonso today, what I appreciate most is that he doesn’t belabor the point.
He puts his wine glass down and reaches for my plate. I watch silently as he begins to dish up some of his mother’s food for me. I’m distracted, but I do notice that he gives me all of my favorite foods from lunch. I don’t know how he noticed that, but clearly, he had.
I wonder what else he noticed.