She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few
pages, what little information she had gathered on him
through the years. Gazing into each other's eyes
with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway
of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. He reached for her and
she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a
few times when he had suffered bad fevers. ”
“But Italy—”
“Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her
shoulder. The sun lingered,
finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at
the edge of the park. Just dreamed—and ran away
even from my dreams. Most people, every one I
know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar
tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s
perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. Mary is very good, but she is too nervous to be the slightest
protection.
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