Chapter 40
Duchy of Aragoni
Marco
SATURDAY MORNING, AS my guests and I stepped from the elevator into the parking garage, I said, “I called downstairs last night and reserved a car.”
“Reserved a car?” Sylvia said.
“A number of cars are kept available for rental by family members when needed.”
They followed me over to the guard booth, where one of the two uniformed men on duty said, “Good morning, Conte Marco,” and handed me a clipboard. I signed the document it contained, and he gave me a key attached to a clicker.
I looked at the small tag on the key, read it, and said, “We’re in space number twenty, ladies.”
When we were underway, Sylvia said, “Wouldn’t it be cheaper for you and Dani to own a car?”
“Not really. During the winter, we rarely drive anywhere. You grew up in Boston,
