shop stank of cheese, the kind her father liked, but no one else did. She wrinkled her nose, trying not to show her disgust.
A short fat man came from around a counter of cheeses and dried meats, grinning at the sight of Sandro.
The two men hugged and gushed for so long that Maisie had to clear her throat to remind them she was there.
Sandro introduced her to Pasquale, who hugged her and gushed at her for so long that she finally said, âNice to meet you, too,â very loudly, and then, âSandro said you might have some snacks?â
âAh!â Pasquale said happily. âA hungry girl!â
He went back around the counter, saying in a singsong voice, âA hungry girl, a hungry girl, Pasquale loves a hungry girl.â
Maisie stood on tiptoe to watch as he sliced and chopped salami and cheeses of all kinds, whistling as he placed them on a big round plate with olives and hunks of bread.
âTaste! Taste!â Pasquale said when he was done, holding the plate out to Maisie and Sandro.
She eyed the cheese, wanting to avoid the smelliest, and stuck to the salami instead. She had never seen so many different kinds of salami. There were small discs, hard red slices, softer large ones, and one studded with what looked like seeds. And each kind tasted differentâsalty, sharp, spicy, and even like licorice.
Sandro and Pasquale laughed as they watched her eat.
âMay I have one tiny piece of salami?â Sandro teased her.
Reluctantly she let him have a few pieces, and some cheese and olives, too.
Usually, Maisie didnât like most olives, but Great-Aunt Maisieâs love of Niçoise olives had made her fond of those. These were fat and green, cracked and sitting in oil and spices. And, Maisie decided as she tasted one, even better than those shrivelly black Niçoise olives.
Finally, she couldnât eat even one more bit. Sheâd managed to avoid the smelly cheese and nibbled on a hard buttery-tasting one instead.
âPhew,â she said, wiping the oil from her mouth with the back of her hand, âI am stuffed.â
âI bet you are,â Sandro said. âYouâve eaten enough to feed a horse. Two horses!â
Then Sandro and Pasquale set about hugging each other good-bye, and then Pasquale hugged Maisie good-bye, and then finally they were back outside on the dark street.
âFelix!â Maisie said, suddenly remembering that she was supposed to meet him at ten oâclock.
âWeâll go to him now,â Sandro said. âWe are only a little late.â
Sure enough, Felix was waiting right where he was supposed to be, looking worried and anxious, pacing back and forth.
When he saw Maisie, a look of relief came over him.
âMaisie,â he said, âI was afraidââ
Sandro reached down and pinched Felixâs cheek.
âI was feeding her!â Sandro said. âNo need to worry when she is with Sandro Botticelli.â
âOuch!â Felix said, rubbing his cheek.
âIâll have your masks ready before Carnival,â Sandro promised.
âWhen is Carnival?â Maisie asked.
âIn two days,â Sandro said, confused. âYou came to Florence for Carnival and you donât know when it is?â
âUm . . . ,â Maisie said.
âWhere are you spending
berlingaccio
?â Sandro asked.
âUm . . . ,â Maisie said again.
âYou will spend it with me!â Sandro declared, banging his chest. âAt Lorenzo deâ Mediciâs Palazzo Medici!â
âOkay,â Maisie said.
Felix kicked her in the ankle.
âFelix too, right?â she said, glaring at Felix.
âYes, yes, of course,â Sandro said dismissively. âFelix too.â
âThank you,â Maisie said, trying to remember the long
b
word heâd said, so she could find out what exactly they would be doing at this palace.
It was her turn to kick Felix.
âRight,â