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Chapters (60)
  1. Praise for the novels of Peter Pezzelli
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. PART ONE
  7. CHAPTER 1
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. CHAPTER 8
  15. CHAPTER 9
  16. CHAPTER 10
  17. CHAPTER 11
  18. CHAPTER 12
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. CHAPTER 17
  24. CHAPTER 18
  25. CHAPTER 19
  26. CHAPTER 20
  27. CHAPTER 21
  28. CHAPTER 22
  29. CHAPTER 23
  30. PART TWO
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. CHAPTER 27
  35. CHAPTER 28
  36. CHAPTER 29
  37. CHAPTER 30
  38. CHAPTER 31
  39. CHAPTER 32
  40. CHAPTER 33
  41. CHAPTER 34
  42. CHAPTER 35
  43. CHAPTER 36
  44. CHAPTER 37
  45. CHAPTER 38
  46. PART THREE
  47. CHAPTER 39
  48. CHAPTER 40
  49. CHAPTER 41
  50. CHAPTER 42
  51. CHAPTER 43
  52. CHAPTER 44
  53. CHAPTER 45
  54. CHAPTER 46
  55. CHAPTER 47
  56. CHAPTER 48
  57. CHAPTER 49
  58. CHAPTER 50
  59. CHAPTER 51
  60. EPILOGUE

Giancarlo sighed, and gazed out the window. Outdoors, a steady rain was falling from a charcoal sky. It was inevitable that the run of gorgeous weather they had been enjoying would come to an end, but he had hoped that it might continue for at least one more day. He had awakened that morning with all good intentions of spending some time out back, tending to the flowerbeds and pruning the bushes. Not that there was a great amount of work to be done there. His little backyard was a neat, unpretentious affair. He paid a boy from the neighborhood to cut the grass once each week—Giancarlo had better things to do than push a lawnmower—but caring for the shrubs and gardens he reserved to himself. These were small and easily managed, adding just enough color to the surroundings to break up the monotony without causing him too much trouble.Though he found the brief time he devoted to tending to them somehow soothing, Giancarlo was not an enthusiastic gardener by any means. He liked to keep things simple in the garden, the same way he tried to keep everything in his life.

Turning from the window, Giancarlo considered his options for the day. He was not one to go out and stand in the rain, no matter how much the gardens might have required his attention. Just the same, the prospect of spending the day in the house held little appeal. He gave a sigh and chanced to looked into the living room. His thoughts turned to Carter and the rapid progress he had been making in his Italian lessons. It occurred then to Giancarlo that it would not be long before his pupil outran the introductory course of study that he had originally anticipated would last the summer. Very soon he would need to make plans for more advanced lessons, and to acquire materials suitable for them.This line of speculation led him to the inevitable conclusion that an excursion to a bookstore was in order. It was a happy resolution to his deliberations, for it gave his day a new purpose. Giancarlo went straightaway to the front hall closet.The gardens, he told himself as he pulled on a raincoat, would have to wait for better weather.Till then at least the flowers would not need watering.