Not Just a Convenient Marriage. Lucy Gordon

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      ‘Duo baccala mantecata,’ she announced triumphantly, and bustled away.

      ‘Is that what we ordered?’ Charlie asked.

      ‘I guess it must have been.’

      ‘It sounds great. I’m beginning to think you did the right thing in hauling me out here.’

      ‘I didn’t haul you.’

      ‘Come on. You practically chucked me into your suitcase.’

      ‘Well, all right. I was getting a bit worried by those phone calls that kept coming from people who wouldn’t give their name. One called himself Wilton but the others wouldn’t tell.’

      ‘Wilton—well—yes.’

      ‘You mentioned him once, made him sound like a nasty piece of work.’

      ‘Was that the only reason? Didn’t you want to get shot of Frank?’

      ‘Frank doesn’t exist any more. Don’t ever mention him again.’

      Charlie gave her a hilarious look.

      ‘First you kick Casanova into the long grass. Then Frank. Perhaps the entire male sex should be nervous about you.’

      But he laid a hand on her shoulder in a friendly clasp. Young and self-centred as he was, Charlie could still be sympathetic.

      They spent the meal planning the next day’s sightseeing.

      ‘We’ll get on a vaporetto,’ she said. ‘That’s the water equivalent of a bus. That way we’ll see the Grand Canal and the great bridges across it. Then we can go and see St Mark’s Square.’

      ‘Only it’s not a square,’ he said, studying a leaflet. ‘It’s a huge rectangle full of shops and restaurants.’

      ‘It sounds lovely.’

      Finally they drifted back upstairs.

      ‘Goodnight,’ he said, giving her a peck on the cheek. ‘Sleep tight, and be ready to take Venice by storm tomorrow.’

      She gave him a gentle thump and left him. Before going to bed she went to the window to enjoy the view over the little canal. Below, she could just make out a small pavement with steps leading down into the water. A man’s voice seemed to be coming from inside. He sounded angry.

      Suddenly a door was flung open and the man came out. From a little way above Sally could just see that he was tall, dark, in his mid-thirties, with a face that might have been handsome but for the fierce, uncompromising look it bore. He was speaking Italian, which she couldn’t understand until he snapped, ‘Lei parla come un idiota.’

      I guess I know what that means, she thought. He’s calling someone an idiot. Not a guy you’d want to meet on a dark night. He’s probably the bouncer.

      The man stormed back into the building, slamming the door. Sally closed the window and went to bed.

      That night it rained. By morning the rain had stopped, leaving the streets wet and glistening. They spent the day discovering Venice, wandering through narrow alleys that inspired the imaginative side of Charlie’s nature.

      ‘All these twists and turns,’ he enthused. ‘If you were following someone in secret they’d never know you were there. Or if you were trying to avoid them you could dart out of sight often, then dart back again.’

      ‘You’re just a naturally tricky character.’ She laughed.

      ‘Well, it can come in handy,’ he agreed, not at all offended by being called tricky.

      They found where to board the vaporetto for a trip along the Grand Canal, which was followed by a visit to the Rialto Bridge. Finally they took a water taxi down a narrow canal.

      ‘I will set you down just there, where the canal ends,’ the driver said, ‘and from there it’s just a short walk to St Mark’s.’

      At last they reached the Piazza St Marco. One end was dominated by a huge, decorative cathedral, while around the sides were dozen of shops and cafés with tables outside.

      ‘Let’s sit out here,’ she said.

      ‘Wouldn’t it be warmer inside?’ Charlie protested.

      ‘It’s not too cold and I like sitting outside and watching the world go by, especially in a place like this—so many people, so much happening. But you can go inside.’

      ‘And look like a sissy while my sister sits out here?’ he asked with a grin. ‘No, thank you.’

      They found a table and ordered coffee, glancing around them as they sipped it.

      ‘Oh, look,’ Sally said suddenly. ‘That lovely dog.’

      She’d fixed her eyes on a brown and white springer spaniel bouncing around, enjoying the puddles.

      ‘It’s so nice to see them having fun,’ she said.

      ‘You’re a sucker for dogs,’ Charlie observed. ‘If you love them so much I can’t think why you don’t have one.’

      ‘Because I’d have to leave him alone so much. It wouldn’t be kind. You never knew Jacko, did you?’

      ‘The dog you had before I was born?’

      ‘That’s right. I adored him. He had a terrific personality, just like that one over there. Bouncing everywhere, demanding attention.’ She struck a dramatic attitude. ‘Wuff! Look at me! That’s what he’s saying.’ She turned to the dog, who had come close enough to hear her. ‘Yes, all right, I’m looking at you. You’re beautiful.’

      His ears perked, his face lit up, and the next moment he was flying towards her, bouncing into her lap, sending her coffee flying over her clothes.

      ‘Hey, look at your jacket!’ Charlie exclaimed.

      ‘Oh, heavens! Well, never mind. It’s only a jacket. It was my fault for calling him.’

      ‘And he’s covered you with wet paw prints.’

      Suddenly a scream tore the air. ‘Toby! Toby!’

      A young boy was dashing across the piazza towards them, waving his arms and screeching. Just behind him was a middle-aged woman, also running, her face dark with thunder.

      ‘Toby!’ the child shrieked. ‘Vieni qui!’

      He reached Sally and flung his arms around the dog so fiercely that she was knocked off balance and would have crashed to the ground if Charlie hadn’t seized her just in time.

      The woman began a tirade in Italian. Without understanding the words Sally gathered that she was furious and her manner towards the animal was alarming.

      ‘It’s all right,’ Sally said firmly. ‘It was an accident, not his fault.’

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