"Signore, su moglie está aquí!" (Sir, your wife is here!) she said. I understood some Italian from movies and from living with Henry and Mr. Rodolfo, but soon I would start taking Italian lessons and shooting classes—Henry didn't know yet. "È chiaro." (It's clear.) She hung up the phone, looking at me intently. "This way, Mrs. McKnight!" She pointed toward the elevator that was right behind her desk.
"Thank you," I gsmiled at her noticed she was embarrassed, and stepped into the elevator. She just nodded.
Seconds later, the elevator door opened, and I found Henry at the door, waiting for me.
"Mia ragazza," he said, taking me by the arm and kissing me. "What a pleasant surprise." I stepped out of his embrace.
"I was passing by and decided to visit you and bring you a cappuccino." I rais
