Zia Maria was bustling around organising the women. Large bowls of food began to appear on the table. There were pottery bowls filled with spaghetti which Rachel imagined had been made freshly by hand that morning . Now here it was cooked and steaming waiting for the many hungry mouths to eat. There were bowls of savoury tomato sauce. She could see that home grown tomatoes, rich and juicy, with a range of spices had been added. The aroma of the sauce caught her and she could feel herself preparing to enj...