A cup tipped over at the worktable. I have burned triple the orange blossom, so by evening no one will know.

• ConcettaTriple the burn does not cover it, it marks it. I have told you for twenty-six years.
  Bianca del MonteThat is why I left the door half open.
  ConcettaOpen the door and the scent leaves, but the talk comes in.
• Don Massimo del MonteA workshop with cups to spare for spilling. Your household is always so well provided, sister.
  Bianca del MonteIt is not the cups that are plentiful. It is the visitors.