Chapter 30
San Francisco, 1953
“Thanks for letting us stay with you,” Celina whispered to Lizzie. She unlaced Marco’s shoes and removed them without waking him, and then she unfolded a chenille blanket over his exhausted, still-clothed frame. As soon as they’d walked into Lizzie’s flat, he’d immediately snuggled onto the divan and fallen into a deep sleep.
“I wish I could’ve given you more notice,” Celina said, following her friend into the kitchen. She’d called Lizzie from the airport in Rome just before they’d boarded the airplane. Since Lizzie’s friends were still subletting her flat, she and Marco had nowhere to stay.
“Don’t worry. I’m used to surprises. I’m an actress.” Lizzie’s hair was now a flaming shade of red. She opened the icebox, eased out a bottle of champagne onto the bl
