Nonna’s granddaughter hated her fiancé and the upcoming marriage. Couldn’t blame her. The man was a useless lump.
She’d had husbands like that. It was annoying other than the daughters they’d sired for Nonna.
Nonna’s daughters hadn’t inherited the means to deal with useless husbands. Her granddaughters had.
So Nonna hummed as she made wedding presents that would give them all a bit of peace.
