Milan, ItalyMay 12
“This is about a five,” Martin judged, pointing to the MP3 player with his chin.
“I say four…” Helena commented on Bruce Springsteen’s Glory Days and cut off an Alfa Romeo that she judged was crawling along the road to Milan at a snail’s pace. “Boring. Haven’t you got anything more fun in there?”
Reluctantly, Martin opened his tightly shut eyes, assessed the situation, and took two deep gulps of oxygen. “More fun? Driving with you is fun enough. I have no capacity for further fun.”
Helena shrugged her shoulders, let go of the wheel and devoted her full attention to the CD player.
“Kitty, could you do something for me?” Martin reacted rapidly.
“For you, anything…”
“In that case, I beseech you, pay attention to the wheel. It pulls to the right, like Thatcher, so kin
