The Italian Key Page #3

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She pretends not to, but she just

happens to be on the square when...

See?

So, you have Lord Jai,

and Giulia has the bus.

- How about Sofia?

- She's only interested in painting.

And there aren't many boys

of our age anyway.

It's really just old men and us!

- I didn't tell her. It's not her fault.

- Good, it has nothing to do with her.

Why'd she have a heart attack when she

heard someone moved into her house?

Maybe she lived there

before becoming a nun? - Maria?

Cavolo!

Ciao Cabella!

A touch of rosmarino

and a little bit of salvia.

- Are you following, Cabella?

- Pay attention, signorina.

If the pasta is not al dente,

the Italians will kill you!

But that's not what killed

sister Ambrosia, right?

Ok, we'll tell you. - We heard this

from the doctor's assistant.

Who, by the way, is her boyfriend.

- Never was and never will be.

- Always was, always will.

Come on. Sister Ambrosia?

Someone told her that

you moved into the house.

- And he is her boyfriend.

- No he's not!

But for some reason, she was shocked

and had a heart attack.

Maybe she lived here, before.

Or someone she knew.

So, not only I went to

her funeral in my pajamas...

but I also kind of killed her.

- Oh no, I'm gonna be late for work.

- You mean your "work"?

We could also use a maid at home,

you know?

Dust particles, tremble!

What a cleaning queen!

Lord Jai must feel so lucky.

Ok, I admit it, you're right.

It's also my responsibility

to love and trust people.

I'm glad you feel that way. After all,

you have a lot going for you.

You're alive, for instance!

An old nun had a heart attack when

she heard I moved into the house.

- How do you explain that?

- I can't tell you.

But if you dig a bit deeper,

you will find out.

You mean I have to go to the cemetery?

I didn't mean literally digging,

but it's not a bad idea.

You don't seem surprised at all.

At this age, there aren't

many surprises in store.

Don't go, tell me a story.

Okay.

In a distant land, there was a boy.

The boy lived with his mother.

His mother worked at a brick factory.

And in this factory...

animals, women and men toiled

all day under the scorching sun.

The boy's mother carried bricks

from morning till evening.

The boy, he wanted to go to school

but they didn't have any money.

They lived in a tiny brick house...

next to the big oven, in which bricks

were being burned day and night.

Cabella!

On the left, the final resting place

of the famiglia Storato.

My grandmother Cecilia's.

And so there are her two sisters

Eugenia, Alice, their parents...

Ciao, cari!

You're so lucky to have

such a big family.

I Think that's old Bronzini.

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