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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

When he returned home that afternoon after lunch, Giancarlo walked out front to the mailbox, where he found amongst the bills a postcard bearing a picture of sand dunes by a beach.The card was from Patricia. He walked back to the house and sat on the front step to read it.

Giancarlo,

Spending a few days with friends out on the Cape. Heard a great piano player last night at one of the hotels nearby. Made me wish I could play, which of course made me think of you and those piano lessons you promised me. Hope you’re enjoying the summer!

Patricia

P. S. See, I’m keeping in touch. Your turn now.

Giancarlo sat there on the step, absentmindedly turning the card over and over in his hands before finally tucking it back in with the rest of the mail. He looked about the yard and considered the shrubs and the flowerbeds out back, which were still very much in need of attention.Tending to them might have been just the thing he needed at that moment to distract his mind, but his heart was simply not in it. He was now very much preoccupied with Sheffield’s invitation to play at the concert, with Patricia’s postcard, and even with the upcoming Italian lesson scheduled with Carter for that evening. Suddenly Giancarlo had a vague, uneasy feeling about things that somehow, in some strange way he could not explain, time and circumstances were slowly drawing a lasso about him, preparing to drag him off to some unknown place he would rather not go. He disliked that feeling more than he could describe, and so he retreated into the refuge of his home, hoping he might escape it at the piano.

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 19

Carter stood in the kitchen, guzzling down a glass of water. When it was empty, he turned on the tap again, eyeing the clock on the stove as the glass refilled. It was almost six o’clock, and he was expected to be on the rugby pitch by six thirty that evening for the start of practice with his new club.The club had begun training together the previous week to prepare for the start of the fall season. Fortunately for Carter, practices took place on Tuesday and Thursday nights, so they did not conflict with his Italian lessons. Just the same, the addition of this extra commitment had further crimped his already-crowded schedule. Now, save for the weekends, it seemed he did not have a free moment to himself anymore.