Chapter 41I spent the rest of the week in Florence with Maria. We didn’t do much, I would go to work with her. She had an office not far from Cafe Duomo on Via Camillo. It was on the third floor of a building facing the street. I would use a small spare office to write. We would go to dinner after work and walk the city. Ever since Siena, there seemed to be a growing distance between us. The fact I was in contact with Cindy and was going to the Grammys bothered her in a way I didn’t understand: hell, I’m not sure she even understands. On Monday, I headed home to Muriaglio.
Being home in Muriaglio Maria and I would talk maybe twice a week. One day she called, knowing I was preparing to go back to America until spring.
“Hello.”
“Good morning, Warren. When do you leave for America?”
“Mond
