Chapter 25
Sperlonga. Present day.
Although tempted to rent her 500 again, Little took the train to the house in Sperlonga. As she walked through the station she realized she was growing quite fond of these meeting places, and had somehow learned to not grossly overpack, a major victory in itself. She wore sandals and a light blue summer dress she had bought in Orvieto. In the pocket was her notebook fashioned of Florentine leather, and around her neck hung a light gold chain, very nearly invisible, with a delicate delineation of the state of California.
She was comfortable like this. She placed one finger underneath the collar of her dress and pressed the outline, just hard enough for it to leave its reflection on her skin. Then she pulled out her notebook and wrote, in hurried letters
