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Alfred and Molly were now very much in the camp of the ancients although they liked to think of themselves as young at heart. Although they were both frail ninetysomethings, they refused to let ill health or the occasional mishap deter them from enjoying life to the full. They were on the ball, alert and …
Paola could feel the tension churning within her as they drove through the village to Giovanni’s family home. The housekeeper was out to greet them and help Giovanni with Paola’s bags. “Come sta? How is she?” “She’s awake. She finished her lunch. Buonasera, Signorina.” Paola smiled back. The house was set well back from the …
I was in the middle of a translation; and, as it was a particularly tricky one, my brain was starting to fog with quibbles, so I stepped out onto the balcony and stretched. From my balcony, I should point out, if one looked left, one could make out the blue of the sea. It was …
The office was full. With only one booth open there was only one thing to do. He kept calling, at the top of his voice, until they sent for the manager. “Ingegnere, mi dica?” “Who is running this place?” he said. “I comunisti?” The Engineer always rose early. Though that morning he had special reason …
I left behind a notebook with sketches, doodles, anecdotes and observations, jokes and one-liners, plus one song the title of which she’d thrown at me in a jokey but disconsolate mood between the turkey and Christmas crackers… When Will and Paul came across the hole in the fence, they left their bikes on the side …
Amid the whiplash curves and tangled miseries of the fifth arrondissement Merle espied her. The young lady who came out of the old Louis townhouse was wearing a long black cloak and beret in a becoming shade of green. Her heels clicking on the cobble stone street, Merle followed her with critiquing eyes. If it …