Elena is twenty-five and has been for the past five years. She was born six years younger than her brother and I but stayed younger only until she learned to talk. We call those the good old days. Elena is what Italians call una pepperina. It means she has spunk and fills her words with red pepper. As of today, she is studying to be a tour guide. It’s the right job for my cousin because she always knows exactly where she is and how she got there. She is no more beautiful than anyone else, but you notice her in a crowd. She looks like someone who knows where all the commotion is coming from. Most of the time it’s coming from her.