Today’s Specials at The Dusty Rose Cafe
Coffee: Black Velvet Cognac Flavored
Tea: English Breakfast
Roasted Red Pepper Soup with Chicken, Brie and Alfalfa Sprout Sandwich
Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Icing
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Lucrezia’s memorial was surprisingly uneventful. Marco talked it over with Vincenzo and decided to push the small ceremony forward without waiting for Lucrezia’s mother. Marco was still fuming about the conversation he’d had with Lucia, angry over her threats to sue Perla for an accident that was deemed entirely out of her control.
At the time of her death, Lucrezia had been in possession of identification belonging to the missing Belize woman, Camila Agota. This made it impossible to simply bury her remains here in the U.S. or even send her home to Italy. The authorities in Belize were willing to investigate the claims of Lucrezia’s false identity but in order to do so they wanted her body to be shipped back to their country for DNA testing.
Trey had called and outlined the whole situation for us a few nights ago. We were saddened to hear that it needed to happen this way but we had no say in the matter. Once Lucrezia’s remains arrived in Belize, they would perform the DNA testing against samples from Camila Agota’s parents to either prove or disprove a match. We all knew what the outcome was going to be but in order to make things official, we needed to go through the motions just the same.
During the conversation Trey told Marco that the FBI planned to contact Lucrezia’s family, her mother Lucia more specifically, but given the unusual circumstances he offered to let Marco or Vincenzo inform her of the cases’s status. Marco instantly refused, saying he wanted nothing to do with the Raghatti’s. As far as he was concerned, the matter had turned completely official. He wanted no part of communication with that part of the family.
Vincenzo didn’t care either way. He was convinced that during her conversation with Marco, Lucia had been speaking out of grief. Although he believed his brother, he had a difficult time believing that Lucrezia’s mother would have been more concerned with money than dealing with the death of her oldest child, for the second time.
Marco was incensed by this, convinced that had Vincenzo been on the receiving end of Lucia’s tirade, he would have completely lost it.
But that was the way it always was…Vincenzo was the cool one…Marco was the hot-tempered Italian.
So back to Lucrezia’s memorial. The attendance list consisted of me, Vincenzo, Marco, Perla, Paolo and his nurse, my parents, Jess, Marjorie, Jillian and my siblings. I was touched by my family’s attendance but I wasn’t surprised. Whenever times were rough everyone always manages to gather together.
The memorial itself consisted of a small mass at a local Catholic church. It was private and held in one of the church’s small enclosed chapels. The attending priest gave a beautiful sermon next to a tasteful framed head shot of Lucrezia. When I asked Marco where the picture had come from, with a roll of his eyes he confessed he pulled it from a photo album on her Facebook page. Good grief.
After the small ceremony, Vincenzo invited everyone to Seven for a late lunch. Surprisingly, everyone agreed to go. It was the respectful thing to do but I think my family was also a little curious about Vincenzo’s recent restaurant acquisition.
They weren’t disappointed. Vincenzo had ordered a lovely luncheon consisting of appetizers, three courses, drinks and dessert. Not your typical “mercy dinner” but rather highly enjoyable. Perla needed constant attention which everyone was happy to bestow. The accident had left the older woman with visible scars. She was no where near one-hundred percent recuperated and the more I watched her the more I realized that she’d probably never fully be her old self again. Vincenzo and Marco were doting sons and in that respect nothing had really changed. But there was a maturity about them both that I was witnessing before my own eyes.
The two brothers had gone through so many changes and transformations in the past year. Over dessert I glanced over at Marco who met my gaze with a wink. I suddenly flashed back to the moment he arrived at my house one year ago, spoiled ‘wife’ in tow, ready to make fast deals and quick money…ever the smooth-talker. Now when I looked at him I saw a man who had been through a lot and seen a portion of humanity that most of us would probably never have to endure and he was wiser and more compassionate for it.
As for Vincenzo, he was turning out to be one of the strongest male figures I’d ever known. He, too, had gone from carefree playboy to someone who’d been dragged through the mud and come out clean on the other side. I looked over at him, across his dinner table in his restaurant, and saw the gentle way in which he cared for his parents. Paolo may still be the official patriarch of the Romani family but Vincenzo was the head of it. Rightfully so.
After dinner we all went our separate ways. Kelly and Caroline were holding down the fort so I didn’t have to worry about going into the Rose that day. Marco and Vincenzo were going to take Perla and follow Paolo and his nurse back to his rehabilitation hospital - the one we hoped he’d be released from soon. The family agreed that it was time to give him a chance to convalesce at home, especially with the slow but sure return of warmer weather and sunnier skies.
I said my goodbyes and told them I’d see them at home later. When Vincenzo hugged me he lingered a bit, telling me how much he appreciated the show of support from my family. Then he looked at me intently and corrected himself…our family. His smile gave me shivers - something I hadn’t felt in a while.
I stopped at a CVS on the way home, tossing magazines, random cosmetics and lotions and whatever else that struck me into my small shopping basket. I rolled down my windows and breathed in the fresh air, letting it fill my lungs and my heart with a promise of spring.
As I drove down my street, my house came into focus but what I saw on my porch was not at all familiar. I squinted, approaching my driveway slowly.
I pulled my car into the drive but did not open the garage. There before me sat two women…one middle-aged and one appearing to be about eighteen or nineteen.
“Who are you?” the older woman yelled to me as I stepped out of my car.
“Who are you?” I retorted. “Is there something I can help you with?”
The woman stood up and smoothed out her skirt. “I’m Lucia Raghatti,” she said with a heavy accent. “I’m looking for my cousins, Marco and Vincenzo. Do I have the right house?”
Until next time…

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