Julie was very quiet during my description of that night with Giorgio. Putting me – her mother – in a place with an early lover, and that place being the wondrous city of Rome, and conjuring images of me marrying this man in Florence, under the Tuscan sun, made this tale so much more real for her.
“You went back,” she said haltingly.
I just nodded.
Julie had no way of knowing before this evening that there had been a wedding in my life before I met her father. Most kids seem to have trouble grasping images of their parents from the time before their marriage. It"s completely normal, and our kids" own lives and loves prove it, but somehow the romantic life of their parents, particularly if it involves a series of romances, are often unmentioned.
She didn"t have much to say, and I didn"t
