Chapter 39
Duchy of Aragoni
Marco
WHEN SYLVIA AND I finally returned to the apartment, Mrs. Rosati was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea.
“I thought you two had eloped or something,” she said.
“Hardly that, Mom,” Sylvia said. “Marco and I had a nice long soak in each of the pools, followed by a massage. It was wonderful, and I’m as relaxed as I’ve been in a long time.”
“I’ll have to admit,” Mrs. Rosati said, “you do look relaxed.”
“I’ll take you down to the baths tomorrow and you can have a massage.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Your loss,” Sylvia said.
“Marco,” Mrs. Rosati said, clearly anxious to change the subject, “I was thinking about cooking dinner later, so I looked in your pantry. You boys don’t keep a lot of food on hand, do you?”
“Not a lot,” I said. “When we’re in
