Julie"s gaze had softened a bit as I told her the story. My memory of Giorgio, and maybe my telling of how I met him, seemed less threatening than she first assumed. I think I even saw a glint of romance in my daughter"s eyes as she concentrated on my account.
“Giorgio was a perfect gentleman.” I felt obliged to reassure Julie at the first. “Despite his obvious self-assurance, he was not forward. He was gentle and thoughtful throughout.”
“Was he as nice as dad?” Julie asked. I always knew that if I told her about Giorgio her first question would be to compare him to her own father. The slight hesitation in her voice brought this dilemma home.
“Both of them are wonderful. But they don"t have to be the same.” I had no qualms about defending my dear husband, Ted. He was a wonderful husband
