Murder On The Rue Cassette (A Serafina Florio Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
The piazza was dustier than she remembered. She held her skirts and looked at her home, the home of her ancestors, haggard in the noonday sun. The shutters were in need of paint, the stucco fading from rose to dirty ochre, water-stained close to the ground. Missing Carmela’s touch, the gardens were choked with weeds. The heat was different from the Midi’s joyous weight. It scorched, blinded, did little to comfort. And yet it was home. Loffredo opened the gate and walked with her on the gravel path. When he opened the front door, the stone angel smiled down at her and she heard Maria’s piano, the crashing chords of a Brahms sonata. As she listened to the music, she watched the caretaker bringing her trunk and Loffredo’s luggage up to her bedroom—their bedroom—and like that, the trip was over, the mystery solved. Almost. She decided to wait until this evening after supper to read Busacca’s letter. The domestic rose from her chair in the kitchen to greet them. Her lips trembled.
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