Page 91 of Problematic Summer Romance

My first impression was wrong. The day isnotovercast.

Not too far from us, a tall column of ashes and lava erupts from Mount Etna.

According to aprofoundly unconcerned Lucrezia—translated via my phone—we’renotall going to die. The BBC, Al Jazeera, and a handful of social media apps all seem to agree.

“Or, we definitely are,” Tisha adds while we snack on tomatobruschetta. The olive oil here actually tastes like olives. It shouldn’t feel remarkable, and yet. “We’re all dying. At some point. Unless biologists fix the whole telomeres situation, which doesn’t seem likely at the moment. I’ve heard about this group in Finland that’s doing amazing things when it comes to—”

Diego nudges her with a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Honey.”

“Right, sorry. Wearedying, but not in a pyroclastic blaze of pumice rain.”

“What about the people closest to Mount Etna?” Avery asks.

“They should be fine, as long as they don’t venture to the mouth of the volcano to take selfies,” I say. “Mount Etna is one of the safest and best-monitored volcanoes on Earth, and the lava moves slowly. The main issue is the air quality in Catania, and the lack of visibility around the airport. All flights have been canceled.”

“So I can stop trying to pick my Pompeii pose?” Axel asks.

Even his brother is confused. “Your what?”

“You know, like those stone bodies from Mount Vesuvius’s explosion?”

I’m torn between being impressed by Axel’s archaeological knowledge and wanting to find out which position he’d choose to be immortalized. Before I can foolishly ask questions I will regret, I decide to go back upstairs to brush my teeth.

That’s where I run into my brother.

His curls are tousled, which is typical. What’s unusual is the harried frown creasing his forehead.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he says. Clearly meaning: no.

“Where’s Rue?”

He points at his room. “Napping.”

“Is she still entertaining the curse theory?”

“I convinced her that there’s nothing to worry about.”

I very much donotwant to know what my brother did to relax his fiancée. “Since we both know that there is, in fact,a lotto worry about…Is there anything you’d like me to do?”

He sighs. “My phone is blowing up with people who are supposed to fly in the next few days and aren’t sure whether it’ll be possible. And then there’s the planner, and some of the caterers, and the music band was going to…” He massages the back of his head. “I need to get in touch with them.”

“So, you and Rue are taking care of it?”

He gives me an appalled look. “I wouldneverask Rue to talk on the phone with someone.”

My brother would literally stand between his fiancée and a cannonball full of angry poisonous spiders. I love him. “What I meant is, is there anything you’d like me to take care of?”

“No, I—Actually, can you keep an eye on Tiny for the rest of the day? I’m gonna be too busy to walk him, and I’m not sure how the volcano will affect him. He snuck to you early, this morning, before the eruptions started. Was he scared?”

“I…Not that I noticed.”

“Good.” His hand clasps my shoulder. “What a fucking mess.”

A robotic pat to his arm. “It’ll be fine.”

I spend the following twenty minutes walking around the villa and its gardens, trying not to stare at the lava flowing down the side of Mount Etna. I walk past the olive and lemon groves. I slip inside the kitchen and am unceremoniously kicked out by Lucrezia; lean too far off the guard rail and almost fall off the cliff; bang together two sticks of yak cheese.

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