Near an ancient healing spring Raffaelina sings a song in a dialect that is rarely heard on Ischia these days. It’s about a little girl who brings her father joy, but too often makes him clench his teeth in frustration. One day his little girl disappears. He and the rest of the villagers look everywhere, but do not find her. He is consumed with grief because she might have fallen into the sea, and carried away. But, three days later, his little girl reappears. She had merely been hiding. What do you do with a girl like that? her father wonders.
“Do you like this song?” Raffaelina asks.
“Very much,” James replies.
“Would you like to hear another?”