The next people Momo called on were Nino the innkeeper and his fat wife Liliana.
Their little old tavern, which had damp-stained walls and a vine growing around the door, was on the outskirts of town.
Momo went around to the back, as she used to in the old days.
Through the kitchen door, which was open, she could hear Nino and Liliana quarrelling violently.
Liliana, her plump face shiny with sweat, was clattering pots and pans around on the stove while Nino shouted and gesticulated at her.
Their baby was lying in a basketwork crib in the corner, screaming.
Momo sat down quietly beside the baby, took it on her lap, and rocked it gently to and fro until it stopped crying.
The grown-ups interrupted their war of words and glanced in her direction.
“Oh, it's you,” said Nino, with a ghost of a smile.
“Nice to see you again, Momo.” “Hungry?” Liliana inquired rather brusquely.
Momo shook her head. “So what do you want?” Nino demanded. He sounded grumpy.
“We're rather pressed for time just now.” “I only wanted to ask why it's been so long since you came to see me,” Momo said softly.
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