Chapters (60)
- Praise for the novels of Peter Pezzelli
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- EPILOGUE
It did not take very long to erase any doubts Giancarlo might have had in this regard. As the lesson progressed, he gradually introduced the definite and indefinite articles, to see if Carter would grasp the difference between il libro and un libro (the book and a book). He did so with little effort, allowing the professor to eventually move on to the demonstrative pronouns, questa (this) and quella (that). It wasn’t long before Giancarlo, instead of pointing to an object, simply asked in Italian what this or that was, and Carter would respond accordingly. Now and then he would struggle and stumble over the words, but eventually he would also correct himself with little prompting.
And so it was that the two had raced along through that introductory lesson, from one set of basic words and phrases to another, pausing only occasionally for a moment of rest or perhaps for a sip of water. From the outset, Carter had followed his teacher’s lead, watching and listening with eager, wide-eyed intensity, his attention never wavering.When called upon to speak, he did so without hesitation. His pronunciation was not always perfect—at this point pronunciation was not a great concern—but he displayed remarkable recall and readily repeated every word that he had heard. He questioned nothing, but simply tried to absorb everything his teacher sought to convey. Giancarlo might have called it by a different name, but he recognized right away that Carter possessed one essential quality, one just as important as innate ability.
He was coachable.
“Better than expected,” said Carter, suddenly quite buoyant. “That’s good, right? I mean, you’ll let me come back, won’t you?”
Giancarlo considered the question for a moment before saying, “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On you,” said Giancarlo, aiming the pencil in the young man’s direction. “Yes, you certainly seem well able to learn, but ability is not everything. Are you committed to doing this? That’s what I need to know. Do you have the discipline, the motivation? This is no easy undertaking you’re contemplating here. What you want to accomplish will be exceedingly difficult. To learn enough of a foreign language in such a short time, and then to fly across the ocean and not make a spectacular fool out of yourself in front of that young woman? This is going to take as much effort as or more than any you’ve ever given to sports to prepare yourself.”
Carter leaned forward and looked him squarely in the eyes. “Tell me what I have to do.”
“What you must do for the next three months,” said Giancarlo, “is eat and drink and sleep the Italian language. For starters, one lesson per week is not nearly enough. I recommend three—no less.”
“Done,” said Carter without hesitation. “What else?’