title: Vito's Journey
author: Vito A. Lepore
description: I am the last link between the Old Country and our Glorious Country. With me rest the stories of our ancestors that will be forever lost when I am gone. My grandchildren, through no fault of their own, have no idea of "where they came from". This is an attempt to fill that void, and to make all readers curious about their own history. We all have heroic or amusing ancestors, and our lives would be enriched by knowing something of their lives. This is the story of the transition from an ancient small town in Southern Italy to America, as seen through the eyes of a growing child. The early years, the coming to America just befor WWII, the first traffic light at age nine, living in the Bronx, school and sports, the first kiss; experiences that are sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but hopefully always entertaining. I am retired, living with my wife Aida in Aliso Viejo, California. Nearby are two of our three children, and our three grandchildren. Besides visiting, and an occasional trip back East, my time is spent reading, writing, exchanging e-mails, walking, and watching TV, rooting for my favorite teams.
zlib_text: **At ten forty-five Ava wheeled the trolley into the conference room, where a
  formidably tall man was speaking to the staff surrounding the long table.**
  
  His voice had a mellifluous accent that was instantly recognisable and
  familiar to her ears: Italian. As his audience shifted in their seats with
  collective relief at the forecast, Ava poured the boss’s coffee with a shaking
  hand. Black, two sugars, according to the list.
  
  It could not be Vito, her dazed mind was telling her. It could not _possibly_
  be Vito. Fate could not have served her up a job in a company run by the man
  whom she had most injured. And yet she knew Vito’s voice—the dark, deep drawl
  laced with a lilt over certain vowel sounds that used to make her tummy flip
  as if she was on a rollercoaster.
  
  She did not dare look—would not allow herself to look as she walked down the
  side of the room to serve the boss first …
  
  About the Author
  
   **LYNNE GRAHAM** was born in Northern Ireland and has been a keen Mills &
  Boon® reader