“Si, Signorina. But I wasn’t born there. I wasn’t born in Naples at all.”
“Where were you born?”
“In America, Signorina, near New York. I am a Sicilian.”
“A Sicilian, are you!”
“Si, Signorina.”
“I am a little bit Sicilian, too; only a little tiny bit—but still—”
She waited to see the effect upon him. He looked at her steadily with his long bright eyes.
“You are Sicilian, Signorina?”
“My great-grandmother was.”
“Si?”