CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
The silence in the car had weight,not the comfortable silence of two people who had run out of the need to perform for each other or the charged silence of the hotel room or the mountain house or any of the silences that had accumulated between us like a collection of things neither of us was ready to name yet.
This one was different.
This one had his answer inside it.Which was the loudest thing he had ever said to me.
I looked out the window.
Florence sliding past in its midnight beauty…the Arno catching the last of the city light, the bridges standing exactly where they had always stood, the streets carrying their centuries of everything with complaint.
I thought about what you meant.
I thought about the pause before his phone rang.
I thought about the look…th
