If there is a person who holds our fragile world here together, it is Alice. She organizes people to go see Nonno in the nursing home. She gives us rides in her car. She introduces strangers to each other. She sets up people with jobs, functioning as an employment agency, and finds houses for them to rent, an  informal real estate agency. When Mattia shows up later today to mow our lawn, it will be because Alice set it up. She is kind and smart and funny. The single funniest line in my new manuscript wasn't invented by me, but was said by her (called Celeste in the book): 

Two days ago at The Lark, I was talking to Celeste about my new book that will be coming out this summer. We will have a reading there in June to celebrate its appearance. I said that Trespolo is a wonderful place to write – always tranquil, always calm.

            “Yes,” Celeste said, deadpan. “Just like in The Shining.”