They walked out to the parapet. Stretched out before them were the sea, the cliffs and overhangs of the Island of Capri, the city, and the bay of Naples… It was a bird’s eye–view of everything… including all they had talked about earlier.
* * *
Lívia tried to remember how she had once seen the road to Positano, but all she could remember were the bends in the road, the side of the mountain, and the sea down below, and of course how exciting it had been then to sit behind Alessandro on the scooter, full of dreams, visions, and hopes.
Now, they sat in his car. Alessandro was driving and she stared out at the scenery, thinking of her enchanted childhood… or the end of her childhood, anyway. The beginning of her adult life.
“Did you go on playing handball?” Alessandro asked.
Lívia nodded.
