“And please, if you see any of the group, don’t go speeding off after them. A lot of these streets are designated for foot traffic only.” She glanced around at all the pedestrians. “We’ll catch up with them.”
“No, ma’am,” he said. “I mean, yes, ma’am,” he corrected.
“I must be insane,” she said, mostly to herself, as she took off toward the entrance.
No. I’m the one who would probably be classified as insane, Daniel thought as he watched her go. He wondered if she was always so upbeat, so bouncy. She must be about his age, but she acted younger most of the time and radiated a sheer exuberance that was contagious. Then at other times she seemed ancient, serene and calm. After spending more than an hour watching her speed through the mountains and in Florence traffic, in addition to an in
