NEW YORK, NEW YORK SEPTEMBER 11, 1909DECEMBER 8, 1909
THIRTY-TWO.
SAt.u.r.dAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1909.
Angelina squirmed as Giovanna took the rags out of her hair. The night before, Giovanna had wrapped Angelina"s wet locks in rags to make perfect ringlets, which now sprung free.
"Happy birthday, my beautiful big four-year-old girl!" cried Giovanna, taking Angelina and kissing her. "Your Nonna and Nonno won"t believe how much you"ve grown in a year when they see your picture."
"Will it hurt my eyes?" asked Angelina.
"No, not at all. And when we"re done we"ll eat pizza at Lombardi"s, just the two of us."
"Mamma, I love you!" exclaimed Angelina, hugging her mother.
"That"s not all. Tomorrow, your cousins will come for Sunday dinner and we"ll have a party."
Angelina practically danced all the way to the photographer"s studio on Grand Street. Her white dress bounced around her, but whenever it was in danger of touching a building or another person, she protectively held her dress close so that it wouldn"t get dirty. The ringlets were nearly gone, but her hair shone.
Once inside, a kindly man with a waxed mustache stood her on an elaborately carved oak chair. A screen painted with a landscape was the backdrop. Angelina kept fussing with her dress, frustrating the photographer, who was trying to keep her hands still.
"I think she should hold something," he mumbled to Giovanna.
Looking around his studio, he grabbed a flag that he had gotten at a parade. The photographer liked to put American objects in the portraits, knowing they would impress the sitter"s relatives in Italy.
"Here, Angelina, I want you to hold this flag."
It worked. Angelina, statue still, held the little white flag that said ERIN GO BRAGH ERIN GO BRAGH. Giovanna shuffled behind the photographer"s umbrella as he covered himself with a big black cloak. A m.u.f.fled voice came from beneath the black fabric.
"Angelina, don"t move anything, not even your face. Pretend you"re a doll, and look right here at the camera. You"re going to hear a pop and see smoke, but stay still."
"Cosi bella, Angelina!" exclaimed Giovanna.
"Uno, due, tre..."
THIRTY-THREE.
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1909.
The early morning sun streamed through the stained gla.s.s, making colored patterns on the pew that Angelina used as stepping-stones for her fingers. Her mother was kneeling, so Angelina"s fingers walked behind her mother"s back to tickle Mary, who sat on the other side. Mary gave her a stern look. Rebuked, Angelina leaned against the pew and clasped her hands in prayer. Squeezing her eyes shut, she whispered, "G.o.d, please make this ma.s.s over, and bless Mamma, Papa, Mary, Frances, Clement, and everyone who is going to visit me today. It was my birthday yesterday. But I guess you know that. Grazie. Amen."
Giovanna stirred a pot on the stove. "Angelina, you"re making me crazy. Only five minutes ago you asked what time it was."
"Mamma, that was more than five minutes."
"Mary, see if there is something in that room to amuse her." Giovanna needed Mary and Frances to help with the preparation of the meal; otherwise, she would have sent one of them outside to play with the anxious Angelina.
"Can I put my dress on, Mamma?" pleaded Angelina.
"No, it"s too early. It"s at least two more hours before anyone will arrive."
"Come on, Angelina. Take a look at this," encouraged Mary, showing her one of her schoolbooks. It was not often that Mary let her touch her books, and Angelina jumped at the opportunity.
Giovanna peered over her stomach and down at her swollen feet. She would have to remember to sit down as much as possible. Sprinkling the table with more flour, she leaned into the dough, which was nearly up to her elbows, when there was a knock at the door.
"Frances, please."
Frances opened the door to their neighbor Limonata and her daughter.
"Ciao, Giovanna. I hear you are already so busy. I"m taking Carmela for a walk. Do you want me to take Angelina with us?"
Giovanna looked at Limonata with surprise. It was not like Limonata to take a walk or to make such an offer. She was even wearing Sunday clothes and a hat. Maybe things were looking up for her.
When Giovanna didn"t answer right away, Limonata stammered, "We"ll go for a banana. I know you love bananas, right, Angelina?"
"Yes! Yes! Can I go, Mamma, please?"
Giovanna noticed that Carmela had not let go of her mother"s hand nor looked up from the floor.
"Carmela, are you feeling well?" Giovanna asked.
"Oh, she"s fine," answered Limonata, before Carmela could open her mouth.
"Please, Mamma, can I go?"
Giovanna looked at Angelina"s excited face and silently chastised herself. Where was this reluctance coming from? Only minutes ago, she couldn"t get Angelina out from beneath her feet, and now her neighbor was offering to take her for a walk.
"We"ll just go for an hour," said Limonata.
"Mamma, should I put on my dress?"
Giovanna hesitated and said, "Don"t change now. When you get back."
"Okay, then. Let"s go," mumbled Limonata, taking Angelina"s hand.
"Wait," said Giovanna. "Angelina, give Mamma a kiss." Angelina jumped up and her mother bent down. "Please, Limonata, only an hour. All our family is coming for her party, and she"ll need to change."
Limonata led the girls to the stairs. "No problem, just a walk and a banana."
Seeing Limonata"s smile, Giovanna felt guilty for her initial hesitation and called down the stairs after them. "Limonata, if you and Carmela would like to join us, you"re welcome for dinner."
Limonata didn"t turn around but said, "Grazie, s, s."
"We"re walking far, signora!"
"We"re going to my brother. He always has a banana."
"You can get a banana on Mott Street."
"But today is Sunday."
"Oh." Angelina seemed to take notice of the silent Carmela"s clothes for the first time. "Carmela, you have so many things on, aren"t you hot?"
Before she could answer, Limonata did. "She has a cough, she must stay warm. See, here we are already."
A tall, skinny man with a droopy eye was waiting in front of a butcher store on Delancey Street. "Angelina, this is my brother." Angelina didn"t see a banana and looked around his back in case he was hiding it. Noticing her looking, Limonata said, "He"s going to take you to get the banana."
"But I have to get home for my party!"
"Oh, not far," mumbled Limonata.
The man took Angelina"s hand, and she pulled it away, clinging to Limonata.
"No, no, Angelina, you go with my brother."
"Aren"t you coming?"
"I have to go to the dentist to have my tooth pulled. He"ll go with you."
"I don"t want the banana. I want to go home."
"Come on, I"ll take you home," said the brother.
Limonata was already halfway down the block with Carmela racing to catch up, so Angelina reluctantly took the outstretched hand of this man.
Angelina shouted to Limonata, "Can Carmela come with us?"
Limonata didn"t look back or answer, and when Carmela turned around, she yanked her daughter"s arm forward.
"Come on, kid. I"ll get you the banana and take you home on the train."
"The train?" This sounded good to Angelina. She couldn"t walk any farther and wanted to get home soon.
"Forza," ordered the man.
"Where"s the birthday girl?" asked Teresa, bursting through the door with her three little ones, as the older children, including Domenico, squeezed around her to get in the tenement.
"Our neighbor Limonata took her for a walk, but they"re late. I asked her to be home long before now."
"She probably couldn"t get them out of the park," said Teresa, setting down a package and a tray of stuffed calamari, her specialty.
Lorenzo eventually made it up the stairs. "Ciao, sorella mia!" sorella mia!" He took a look at Giovanna and asked, "What"s the matter?" He took a look at Giovanna and asked, "What"s the matter?"
"What"s the matter? She"s seven months pregnant and cooking in the heat," answered Teresa.
Lorenzo squinted at Giovanna who replied, "No, nothing. I"m just upset that Angelina isn"t back yet."
"Don"t worry. She"ll be upstairs any minute."
Angelina looked at the tall, dark, thin man buying the tickets for the El. He didn"t look at all like Limonata, who was short and pale. Turning away from the kiosk, he shouted in a thick Sicilian accent, "Come on, kid," over the roar of an approaching train.
The train was practically empty. After sitting down, Angelina moved a seat away from Limonata"s brother. "This train will take us to Elizabeth Street?" she asked.
"Yeah."
Angelina stared out the window. In a few minutes they were heading over the Brooklyn Bridge.
"This isn"t the way to my house. This is the way to Coney Island." Angelina stood up from her seat. "We"re going the wrong way!"
The only two other people on the train looked up at the little girl. The man pulled her back into her seat.
"This is another way. You don"t know this way. Sit down." He looked at the people and smiled, relieved to hear that they were speaking English. They smiled back. When the train pulled to a stop, Angelina jumped back up.