Stresa, Lago Maggiore, ItalyMay 7
“What are you thinking?” Martin asked, watching his wife out of the corner of his eye. Considering that it was early morning and considering that she looked peeved, it seemed that they were well on their way out of the crisis.
She was standing on the terrace in the slowly warming sun and gazing out toward Lago Maggiore. She did seem slightly irritated, but the depressed mood he’d grown accustomed to over the past few days was gone. I guess she feels threatened and that’s having a positive effect, he speculated.
“I’m thinking that the more friends you’ve got on f*******:, the fewer friends you’ve got in life.”
“I don’t get it,” he told her. “I mean, I don’t get why you’re thinking of that right now.”
“That’s simple,” she started to explain, swinging ar
