Dining Out in MontevarchiI knew there wasn't a restaurant in nearby Pianella, at least none that I would bring Ilsa to. And I didn't want to drive as far as Siena or Radda, but I knew of a pleasant, out-of-the-way trattoria in Montevarchi just up the road from Castello dei Trantini. They served amazing pasta and grilled Tuscan meat, but more importantly, the place would provide a certain amount of privacy.
Privacy. I mulled the thought over. Was I looking for privacy because I didn't want too many people to recognize me taking an employee out to dinner? It was the better reason, but I knew I was really looking for the kind of dark-corner privacy that lent itself to my other instincts.
I arrived at Ilsa's home at eight o'clock sharp, cringing for a second when I remembered that no Italian
