for the comfort of precious Anna in her arms. The first time that tiny bundle of wiggling warmth cuddled up against her body, Ann’s heart had melted. It had been a wrench to leave her niece when it came time to return to L.A.
Colin had attended the christening service with her. Afterward he’d accused her of caring more for the baby than she did for him.
“Ann?” her sister cried out excitedly after picking up on the fourth ring. “Nicco and I were just talking about you! We’ve been waiting to hear if you’re contracted to do a new film yet.”
Ann bit her lip. “Not yet…Callie? H-how would you like a babysitter for a couple of weeks so you and Nicco could go on a trip?” she stammered. “I know you could both use some time alone together. I promise to love her like my own and guard her with my life.”
There was a pregnant pause.
“Until Anna’s quite a bit older we couldn’t bear to leave her for that long, but you don’t have to be her babysitter to visit us!” Her sister sounded hurt. Callie always did have a heart of gold.
“As we told you before, there’s a whole suite in the palace that will always be your home when you come. You can live here forever if you want. There’s nothing I’d love more. You’re the only family I’ve got, you know,” she said in a quiet voice.
Ann did know. That’s what was wrong. Callie was her only family and they were separated by an ocean. Tears stung her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I don’t intend to live with you, but I’m between scripts at the moment and—”
“And things aren’t working out with you and Colin,” her sister read between the lines.
Being identical twins made the two of them telepathic.
“Listen to me Annabelle Lassiter—you’re getting on the next plane to Turin. Little Anna misses you terribly. We all do.”
“As soon as I get off the phone I’ll make reservations.” She gripped the receiver tighter. “Are you sure Nicco won’t mind? He must feel so stressed with all the responsibility now that Luca Danelli has passed away. The last thing he needs is another worry.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. From the beginning he’s been doing Luca’s work along with his own. His death was very sad, but he was getting on, it was expected.
“Nicco’s the one who told you you’d always have a permanent home with us. My husband never says something he doesn’t mean.”
“That’s because he’s so in love with you, he wouldn’t do anything to upset you if he could help it.”
“That’s true,” Nicco’s rich male voice spoke into the phone, surprising Ann. “But there’s another reason and you know what it is. If it hadn’t been for you, I’d have never met Callie.
“Because of you I’ve found my happiness. I love you, Ann. We both do. Let us know the number and time of your flight and we’ll be there to pick you up.”
By now the tears were streaming down her cheeks. “I love you both, too. Thank you, Nicco. See you soon.”
The sights and smells of any carnival grounds brought back so many vivid memories of Riley’s childhood, he had difficulty believing he hadn’t been swept back in time.
Before he’d left L.A., Riley had made a phone call to determine the exact location of Rimini’s Traveling Circus. When he’d found out it was performing in Rome for the latter half of September, he’d booked his flight there.
That part was easy. The hard part was tracking down Mitra.
The circus Riley’s father had performed in for close to fifteen years was under new management. Though a few of the old troop members were still working, no one seemed to know what had happened to the Gypsy woman who’d once traveled with them and had read tea leaves for the crowds.
But Mitra had done a lot more than that. She’d been a surrogate mother to Riley though he hadn’t recognized it at the time.
With a few more questions, Riley found out another Gypsy with a bear act had been added to the circus repertoire. He walked to the older man’s trailer, speaking to him in the Romany tongue he’d picked up from Mitra. That broke the ice.
He learned she’d left the circus a year ago to join her own people in Perugia, north of Rome. The Gypsy had no idea if she was still alive.
After thanking him for the information, Riley left for the charming hill town overlooking the Tiber where he’d received his first formal schooling. It had all been thanks to Mitra who knew his father had been drinking heavily again after his third wife left him.
Though Mitra shied away from schooling, she’d said Riley was a Gadja, an outsider, and Gadjas belonged in the classroom.
Now he understood why she’d suggested that particular town. Years before her Gypsy heritage had brought her ancestors to the old Etruscan settlement that had become Perugia. The people who’d housed and fed Riley during those years his father struggled had been Mitra’s extended family.
At first he’d fought his schooling and had gotten into serious trouble on several occasions. But with hindsight he realized she’d done him an enormous favor. He’d learned history and math, and of course how to speak fluent Italian.
None of that could have been accomplished without money which Riley’s father didn’t have. That meant someone else had to have put up the funds, probably at great personal sacrifice. Only one person would have cared enough about Riley to do that.
Once he’d revisited his old haunts, one of the men he remembered recognized him and gave him directions to her apartment. Thankful she was still alive, he hurried to her door and knocked. A deep voice called out in Romany, “Who’s there?”
He answered back in kind. “Your Gadja child!”
In a moment Mitra opened the door. She was a medium sized woman in her late seventies now. She wore a familiar looking purple scarf around her hair which was turning white, but her black eyes were as alert as ever. They studied him with the same intensity that used to make him feel guilty if he’d done something wrong.
“You—” she whispered as if she’d seen a ghost.
He smiled. “You remember.” He handed her a bouquet of lavender flowers he’d bought at a stall near the bottom of the hill.
She clutched them to her bosom. “Who could forget such a beautiful face? Now you are a beautiful man.”
With her free hand she touched his cheek where the skin had been grafted. “I saw you in the tea leaves. I saw fire. Life has been hard for you.”
“My father died last year.”
She nodded, “I know. Come in.”
Though modest, her place appeared comfortable. She’d decorated the living room in the same vivid purple color he recalled seeing in her tsara.
“Sit down.”
Riley complied while she put the flowers in a vase on her small dining table. Then she sank into the black hand-painted rocking
