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Chapters (47)
  1. 1. Cover Page
  2. 2. Title Page
  3. 4. Author’s Note
  4. 5. Dedication
  5. 7. Prologue
  6. 8. Part One: Umbertina 1860 - 1940
  7. 9. Chapter One
  8. 10. Chapter Two
  9. 11. Chapter Three
  10. 12. Chapter Four
  11. 13. Chapter Five
  12. 14. Chapter Six
  13. 15. Chapter Seven
  14. 16. Chapter Eight
  15. 17. Chapter Nine
  16. 18. Chapter Ten
  17. 19. Part Two: Marguerite 1927 – 1973
  18. 20. Chapter Eleven
  19. 21. Chapter Twelve
  20. 22. Chapter Thirteen
  21. 23. Chapter Fourteen
  22. 24. Chapter Fifteen
  23. 25. Chapter Sixteen
  24. 26. Chapter Seventeen
  25. 27. Chapter Eighteen
  26. 28. Chapter Nineteen
  27. 29. Chapter Twenty
  28. 30. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. 31. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. 32. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. 33. Part Three: Tina 1950 –
  32. 34. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. 35. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. 36. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. 37. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. 38. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  37. 39. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  38. 40. Chapter Thirty
  39. 41. Chapter Thirty-One
  40. 42. Chapter Thirty-Two
  41. 43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  42. 44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  43. 45. Chapter Thirty-Five
  44. 46. Afterword
  45. 48. About the Author
  46. 49. About the Feminist Press
  47. 50. Also Available from the Feminist Press

“Jason,” she said as she drew abreast of him.

“Tina!” he exclaimed. He looked surprised, pleased, and hesitant. He didn’t offer his hand, he didn’t move toward her.

“I saw you—I’m behind you in the line, and I just had to come to speak to you. It’s so good to see you again. And if it’s not too late—well, of course, it’s too late—but I still want to say that I’m sorry. You know, about our trip, when I left you. I really had to get it off my chest to apologize to you.”

“Are you with someone now, Tina—I mean right now, here in the park?”

“No, I’m alone.” She quickly resolved that she would stay alone, would not mention meeting Allan later if it meant a chance of being with Jason.

“So am I. This line is going to take hours. Why don’t we wait together and catch up on some things.”

“Great—why don’t you come back where I am. I have a blanket on the ground. I was going to do some reading, but I can see that it’s going to be pretty impossible.”

He reclined on the blanket, one knee up and leaning on his elbow, and studied her. “You’re looking good, Tina. What have you been up to?”

“I’m still into my studies—but what about you? Are you out of law school? Where are you living? Are you married or anything? Where’s Timothy?”

“Tim’s in Minnesota, got a job there with the local Arts Council. I finished law school, passed my bar exam, and will start with a law firm in Boston specializing in civil rights in a few weeks. Actually this is the last of my vacation since I took the bar; I’m only in New York for a short time, since I came down for interviews. I had a kind of tempting offer from a firm here, but I called Boston this morning and accepted the job there. It’s for many reasons—so that I can do some work I believe in, not just become a legal mind; and so that I can be near the Cape and my boats. As for the rest, no, I’m not married, or anything . . . no time really.”

“Jason, that’s great about your work. It sounds as if you have it all together.”

“Well, you too, Tina. There you are still pursuing your Dante. You always were determined to have your career, and on your own terms, remember?”

“Yes, I remember, and that doesn’t mean I haven’t made big mistakes along the way even though I’ve got the same end in mind. I wouldn’t do everything over again that I’ve already done.”

“Did you ever find your namesake, Tina? That great-grandmother who came from Castagna?”