"Ugh," Nonnina muttered, rolling her eyes with exaggerated exasperation. "Right now, she is going to feel like you are only coming back because of the baby. You need to be patient." She turned toward the kitchen.
He followed. "She hates me," he muttered under his breath, not fully expecting a response.
"For now," Nonnina said without turning. "Give it time," she continued, her back to him, hands sliding along the countertop. "I need to talk to you about something too. I don't want to tell Luca, but I think someone needs to know."
"What is it?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. Paranoia comes with old age." Nonnina said it lightly, playfully.
Ricardo didn't smile. His gaze fixed on her, he wasn't buying the joke. "While Bianca was here…" Nonnina began.
"Oh God," Ricardo muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. "Not her…"
