Chapter 35I just got home from the dry cleaners when I saw the mail lady leaving the house. With the clothes in one hand, I took out the mail and headed upstairs. After hanging up the clothes, I sat at the kitchen table and went through the mail. I smiled. Among some bills was an invitation to a gallery opening: Catherina’s gallery in Lucca. I took out my phone and called Maria.
“Pronto.”
“Ciao, Maria. It’s Warren. I am calling to see if you received an invitation to a gallery opening next weekend?”
“I did, but I leave for Paris for a meeting with my father’s doctors.”
“Is he doing worse?”
“No. The doctor just wants to run some tests and check my father out. I didn’t know you knew Catherina.”
I didn’t want to lie, and I didn’t want to say anything that would lead to a long explanatio
