by tomorrow night Bella would be expected to show up at work.
The only person who might be able to help her was Matteo but she had no idea how to contact him—all she knew was that he had gone to London with Luka.
But then she thought of her mother and how, instead of waiting for Dino to come and collect the rent, she would sometimes call Matteo.
Bella went to the hall table and to her mother’s little black book and there, in her mother’s handwriting, was his name.
With a shaking hand she called his number but when nothing happened she tried again and then again.
It took a few moments to realise that in her absence the phone had been cut off.
There was a knock at the door and it was one of her mother’s friends, Sylvia, who said she would walk with Bella to mass.
‘And I’ll be here at seven tomorrow.’
‘Seven,’ Bella checked.
‘It’s going to be a busy morning for you, Bella. I’ll cook tonight and then we can get the house ready to receive guests.’
Bella thanked her and went into her bedroom to get changed. She wore black and then went into her mother’s room to borrow the veil Maria had worn for funerals. She’d had weeks to get used to the idea that her mother was dying but now that she had it felt surreal.
Stepping into her mother’s bedroom, Bella could not understand how everything looked the same—her clothes hung in the wardrobe, the photos were out, her silver hairbrush and perfume bottles were all there, and Bella truly felt as if her mother was still with her, as if she might turn and see her lying in the bed.
‘Bella,’ Sylvia called, ‘people are starting to walk over to church.’
The church was full and the wives all greeted her with their lips pursed and their husbands didn’t meet Bella’s eyes, knowing how many times she had seen them come through her mother’s door.
It was a long mass and Bella sat through it, too numb to cry and too scared of tomorrow to mourn her mother yet.
As the congregation spilled out Bella stayed and said more prayers but once back home, instead of cooking for tomorrow, she lay on her mother’s bed, with Matteo’s phone number in her hand, waiting for darkness. When it came she headed down the street and walked towards the call box.
‘Bella?’
She jumped when she heard Malvolio call her name. She had hoped that by now he would be in the bar.
‘Where are you off to?’
Think on your feet, Bella. She could almost hear Matteo telling her what to do.
‘Just walking...’
‘I could walk with you.’
‘I was going to go to the church again,’ Bella said. ‘I want to sit with my mother and say some more prayers for her soul. She will need them...’
Bella saw Malvolio’s tense blink.
God still scared him.
And with good reason, Bella thought as he told her that he would pray for Maria’s soul too and then walked off.
She spat at his back.
It fell to the ground silently but he briefly turned at the slight T sound Bella’s mouth had made, but she stood there, innocent to look at, dark in her thoughts, and he carried on walking.
Bella sat in the church for a suitable time, shaking at the enormity of what she was about to do, while sure that she had her mother’s blessing, and then she gave her a kiss and left her.
Into her small house she went.
Bella knew Malvolio would still be watching her.
She would be seen on the train platform and if she hitchhiked... Bella thought of Matteo and his fear when that red car had pulled up alongside him.
There was only one way out.
Bella took her mother’s silver hairbrush and one of her heavy perfume bottles and, with the ring she had taken from her mother today, it was all she had.
She filled a bottle with some water and took some pastries that Sylvia had brought and then, after one last look around, Bella left her home, though tonight she went through the kitchen window.
* * *
Alongside the road out of Bordo Del Cielo ran the ocean but to the other side was the forest, and from long days and nights spent exploring while her mother had entertained, Bella knew the land well.
The dark did not scare her.
She embraced it because now it acted as her friend, hiding her as she ran through the night, the giant holly trees serving as her shield, and finally she made it to the ancient baths.
Bella stopped and had a drink and ate one of the pastries and took a moment to breathe and admire her beautiful surroundings.
It was her favourite place on earth and Bella looked up at the arches and columns and then down towards the deep stone baths, and she imagined them alive and beautiful again. She could only smile when she thought of the drunken, delicious debauchery that would have gone on there. ‘You were born in the wrong time,’ Bella said out loud to her mother, because she would have been revered back then. ‘I’m sorry I won’t be there to say goodbye...’
She said it here and then on through the night she went. The moon was sinking and the darkness would soon be gone but Bella knew where she was heading.
Finally she stepped out from the forest and there, in the distance, she saw the lights of a gas station ahead and Bella knew that she was on the edge of the next town.
Her mother had told her about this place.
It was here her mother would come if she needed money that Malvolio didn’t know about.
The sun was up by the time Bella walked in and she headed straight for the pay phone. Dialling Matteo’s number, she fed in coins.
A woman answered.
‘Can I speak with Matteo?’
‘No,’ came the breathless reply, ‘because then he’d have to stop what he’s doing.’
She could hear sounds in the background and it was painfully clear what was taking place as the woman ended the call.
Bella rang again but this time there was no answer, and as she put down the receiver her shoulders sagged and she just leant against the wall, not knowing what to do.
‘Mi dica?’
A man asked if there was anything that Bella wanted.
‘I’m trying to get to Rome.’
‘I’m
