The valley lay just beyond the large picture window, a sweep of green and stone waiting for spring. Inside, 9 people sat at the long table, their voices mixing like mountain streams. They came from nearby towns to celebrate Paolo’s birthday. Plates clinked, bread was passed, and bottle after empty bottle lined up on the credenza. The Woman Who Held the Room Sheena sat near the end, her laughter rising above the others. When she spoke, the room tilted toward her. Eyes sparkled