Just before leaving Italy after 11 months, MAM and I visited the town my great grandmother Maria Senese emigrated from in 1908. We walked around it’s mostly empty streets all day and didn’t really talk to anyone. Finally, on our way out of town we stopped into a furniture store with the name Senese on it with the hopes of possibly reconnecting with distant relatives. It turns out Fiore, the older man, knew of the story of my great grandmothers sister who murdered her boyfriend with an axe after she found out he was cheating on him while she was pregnant with his child. He said his uncle told him the same story when he was younger.