Chapter 16
Florence, Italy. Present day.
Florence was a city so beautiful it took Little’s breath away. She was staying at an agriturismo, the Italian version of a bed-and-breakfast, half an hour outside of the city. Renting a car, it turned out, was a mite more expensive than she had foreseen, and so she had returned her loyal 500 to the car company at the airport, patting its hood in thanks as she walked out of the parking lot. She was relying on trains and buses to move about now and tried to convince herself that this would be more interesting, anyway. She missed the car’s air-conditioning after about five minutes of the train’s faulty air system, but with the train itself having been half an hour late, she supposed she should be thankful she was on it at all.
The Florentine couple
