A Dish Best Served Cold: An Italian Kitchen Mystery (Italian Kitchen Mystery, An) - Plot & Excerpts
As she was the first one home, it was up to her to begin la cena, or evening meal. As she carefully sliced the fresh bread, she . . . She . . . thought about her day? Wondered if she’d ever get out of the garment factory? Cut her finger? I let out a loud sigh. “What am I going to do with you, Isabella?” I said to the computer screen. “I’ve got to get you out of the city, out of the garment factory, and away from those awful cousins of yours so you can meet Tomasso and start your produce business. And I’ve got about forty minutes left on this battery.” I sat back against my plush desk chair, a small luxury I’d allowed myself since moving back to Oceanside. In the three months I’d been here, I hadn’t completed nearly enough of the new book. Not to mention that my latest Bernardo Vitali mystery was releasing in little more than a week, and I had a ton of promotion to do. And all the while I had to stop my ears from the siren song of those three library books.
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