"But I promised the store people I’d take good care of everything. And I let the kids in on something really special, and they robbed me." Brett shook her head and sniffled. "They just don’t get it here, Maya. These Roman kids, they’re not like us. It’s like all the life has been squeezed out of them. They don’t do anything, they don’t even try, they just hang out on the Spanish Steps and drink frappés and read . Good heavens, these Roman kids read. You just give them some fat paper book and they’ll sit there and nod out for hours and hours."