Matilde leads us into one of the apartment's two bedrooms, obviously belonging...

Matilde leads us into one of the apartment's two bedrooms, obviously belonging to Bruno and Luca. Bunk beds are stacked in the corner and the walls are covered in soccer posters.
"You can have the bottom bed, Pippa," Chiara says. "You seem to have a problem with steps."
I snatch a pillow and whip it at her, but she ducks in time, the pillow knocking over a stack of sports magazines.
"Girls same as boys." Matilde laughs as she turns back to the living area.
We pull fresh clothes out of our luggage and Chiara heads to the bathroom--the only one in the apartment--closing the door behind her and leaving me to change. I shed my shirt and freshen my deodorant, then fan my skin trying to cool off. I feel wet everywhere. I can still hear Chiara shuffling around in the bathroom, so I quickly change my shorts into ones that are more breathable, and then decide to sprinkle some baby powder down my bra.
Just as a little cloud of powder hits my chest, a voice that is neither Chiara's nor her aunt's announces its presence in the now open doorway.
"You are the American girl who is taking my bed.