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He saw her through the crowd. How unusually attractive, he thought, alone but confident, not quite part of the scene, but detached, perhaps amused by it all. They spoke briefly. She smiled at him and they wandered outside. “What do you do?” “I am a writer.” “That is absurd but romantic nonetheless. I don’t know …
Mary had been quite specific: if you are going to come to the party, you need to bring a boy. Preferably with a peacock feather. “What does she mean a peacock feather?” said Em, “I can’t stand strutting types.” “Don’ be silly, M. I don’t think that’s what she meant.” “What did she mean then?” …
When Angus went on his summer holidays, it usually took about three days before he began to pine for his home in Scotland. He loved the Mediterranean with its warm evenings, whispering pine trees and golden sands. He adored the terraces, the pink wine and the grilled fish. But it was not home. In fact, …
Vittorio, who was a medical student, was what the Italians call a mammone. He lived at home with his mother and aunt. One day, Vittorio, who had been studying all night, overslept. “Mama,” he said, calling his mother from his bed. “I am sick. I cannot go to university today.” “That poor boy, he works …
Jamie Overstall grew up in Cambridgeshire in the Sixties. His parents were both Dons. Jamie was a precocious child who never quite lived up to his parents’ expectations. When he announced he was training to be a museum curator, they remained slightly disappointed. The truth was Jamie was not interested in bookish debates, though he …
The Count’s real name was Germano de Cillis. His family owned a failing textile business in the Veneto; the Count suffered to work at its helm, though his dreams lay elsewhere. For many years he had conducted several affairs. Few people knew this about de Cillis, but he was at heart a romantic. When one …
“Papa, will you give me a break… Yes, I am going to see the clients in the morning.” Giorgio hung up in exasperation. He lit a cigarette. He was still fuming at his father when he saw the Count standing at the bar. Giorgio had not seen the Count for a number of years. He …