A Car Ride

The next morning, Amalia took a deep breath as she picked up her phone and dialed her mother’s number.

After several rings, she finally answered. “Hello?”

“Hi Mom.” she cleared her throat. “It’s me. Amalia.”

“Amalia! I haven’t heard from you in weeks. Are you still in Sicily?”

“No. Actually, I’m here, I mean in Providence.”

She was sitting in a car outside the small apartment complex which housed