Evelyn pushed the stroller over the cobblestone streets of the North End. Coffee and cannoli sweetened the harbor breeze, but her ward, Bella, watched for the people. The wheels on the cobbles drew the shopkeepers to their windows to watch the retired Pilates instructor promenade. Shoppers who were new to the area, or in town only the one day, saw Evelyn and the stroller and worried the baby would get Shaken Baby Syndrome. If they brought it up, however, they were reassured that Evelyn and Bella had been at it twelve years. With Bella’s aging, the stroller was necessary now more than ever, whereas before it was simply a palanquin. Evelyn wasn’t the only North End owner to use one. In fact, the strange looks of the day-only tourists were returned with the quiet smile of Sophistication. After the promenade, Evelyn and her ilk would gather at Mike’s for calzones to go. They would chat about eating out of Tupperware, eating blindfolded, or eating all you wanted after eight hours’ fast. Bella and the others would mope in their strollers, trying not to wet the blanket. Not all succeeded, but when Bella did she expected an extra treat.