LOGINI did not turn around at once.I stood with both hands on the cold stone and my back to him, and I listened to the gravel shift as he came to stand beside me at the wall. He smelled of expensive soap and red wine, and when I finally looked at him he was gazing out over the lake with an expression of mild and pleasant appreciation, as if we had met by chance to admire the view."I do not know what you mean," I said."I think you do." He turned his head and smiled, the friendly smile that I had never believed. "I have always been a light sleeper, Elise, and I was awake that night. I was on the landing at eleven when you came out of his room with your face as white as paper. And I was still on the landing at twenty past, when you came back along the corridor and picked up a silver mask from the table and tied it over your face."The garden seemed to tilt. I held on to the wall."I watched you go in," Preston said. "I watched the lamp go out under the door, and then I went to bed, and I s
I read the message eleven times, and I wrote five different answers, and I deleted every one of them.I could not tell him that I would not come, because he had asked me to be there. I could not ask what he was announcing, because I already knew. In the end I wrote the only word that I had ever been good at, which was yes, and I sent it before I could change my mind, and I went to work and drew the same line eleven times on the same mockup while Nora watched me over the top of her glasses."You look dreadful," she said, at lunchtime. "Eat something, please.""I am eating.""You are holding a biscuit."I ate the biscuit. It stayed down. That was my entire achievement for the day.The dining room at the villa was full of candles again, and I sat at a table for fourteen between my mother and an empty chair that I realized was meant for somebody who had not yet arrived. The Ferraras sat across from me, the father heavy and silver and self satisfied and Isabella in a dress the color of cha
I stood on the bridge until the rain had soaked through my coat, counting the same weeks over and over as though the answer might change if I counted them differently.It did not change. The party had been on the twentieth of September, it was now the last week of October, and I had never in my life been late.There was a pharmacy open all night near Porta Garibaldi, with a green cross that buzzed in the wet and a woman behind the counter who looked as though she had seen everything twice. I stood in the aisle for ten minutes pretending to read the label on a bottle of cough syrup before I found the courage to carry a small box to the counter."That will be twelve euros forty," she said, and then she looked at my face, and her voice gentled. "Are you all right, signorina?""I think I might be pregnant," I said, and I heard how ridiculous it sounded in that bright and humming room, said aloud to a stranger at midnight."Then you are in the right place." She slid the box into a paper ba
Isabella," I said."She came at four o'clock this afternoon, and she sat on that sofa and cried." He rubbed a hand down his face. "I have never seen her cry, and I did not know that she could.""She wore red that night.""She says she changed."I stood in the doorway of the study with my coat still on, and the floor seemed to tilt underneath me. "She changed?""After the dance. She says red photographs badly in low light, and she had brought a second gown, a green one, because she wanted to surprise me." His voice was flat. "She says she saw Vivienne's mask on the landing and thought it was a sign, so she put it on and came to my room.""Do you believe her?""I do not know." He pushed himself up off the floor, slowly, like a man twice his age, and crossed to the window with his back to me. "I do not want to believe her. God, I do not want to.""Then why are you listening to her?""She brought the mask."My mouth went dry. "What mask?""The silver one, with feathers and ribbon, from th
Nobody spoke for a long time after my mother said it."Fabbri," Caleb said at last, very softly, like a man trying the taste of poison. "I will deal with him.""You cannot deal with everything," my mother whispered, and it was the first thing she had said to him in years that was not an order. She picked up her handbag. At the door she turned and looked at me for a moment as though she wanted to say something else, and then she went out, and I listened to her heels all the way down four flights.Caleb finished the dishes, and I do not know why, perhaps because I had said that he would. He stayed until the radiator quieted, and at midnight he stood in the doorway with his keys and said, "Lock both locks," and I said that I knew, and he said that he knew I knew, and he went.I lay awake until the window turned gray.Mrs. Dunn telephoned me at seven the next morning, and in eight years she had never once called me."Miss Elise." Her voice was thin and dry and absolutely level. "I would n
I opened the door, and my mother walked straight past me.She came into the flat in a camel coat with her handbag held in front of her like a shield, and she stopped in the middle of the room. Caleb had stood up when the knock came, and he was at the counter now with his sleeves pushed to the elbow, holding a dish towel and an empty soup container, looking exactly like what he was, a man who had just finished helping a girl eat. It did not matter. I watched her eyes go to the unmade bed and the lamp and the single bowl on the floor beside it, and I watched her face go white and then, slowly, cold."How long has he been here?""Since seven.""Alone with you.""He brought soup, Mom, because I fainted at work and Nora called him.""Do not lie to me.""I am not lying.""She is not, Rachel," Caleb said evenly. "You can ask her colleague.""I would rather ask you what you thought you were doing." My mother's voice had dropped into the register I had known all my life, low and clipped and ve







