I"ve made it back to my old office in Washington, D.C. It"s seems so different now, even though I"ve been here for a week already. I had made occasional visits to the Washington office during my four-year stint in Afghanistan, but now that I"m sitting behind my old desk and sorting through the files, it feels both like I had never left and also like it"s not my place anymore.
Gaia still occupies my thoughts. I pressed Piero to keep an eye out for her which, thinking back, sounded stupid. If Gaia comes to Positano, it would be to find me (I hope) and she will certainly go to Casa Albertina. But I couldn"t leave the hotel without reminding Piero how much I needed to find her.
“Sì, sì. I know, Danny. I will call you as soon as I see her.”
Sì, sì“And don"t let her leave. Even if you have to
