her heart.
The woman's dark mutter broke the peaceful mood, and the prayer drifted away. Still, Isabel felt a glimmer of hope. God had offered her theHoly Land. Only a fool would turn her back on a gift like that.
She drove into town with a much lighter heart. Finally something had happened to ease her despair. She stocked up on food at a smallnegozio di alimentari. When she returned, she found the woman in the black dress working in the kitchen, washing up some dishes Isabel hadn't left there. The woman shot her an unfriendly look and went out the back door – a serpent in the Garden of Eden. Isabel sighed and unpacked her groceries, arranging everything neatly in the cupboard and tiny refrigerator.
"Signora? Permesso?"
She turned to see a pretty young woman in her late twenties with sunglasses perched on top of her head standing in the arch between the kitchen and the dining area. She was petite, and her clear olive skin made an unusual contrast with her fair hair. She wore a peach blouse, a slim, biscuit-colored skirt, and the killer shoes favored by Italian women.
The beautifully curved heels tapped on the old tiles as she approached."Buon giorno, Signora Favor, I am Giulia Chiara."
As Isabel nodded in response, she wondered if everyone inTuscanywalked into strangers'
homes unannounced.
"I am theagente immobiliare ."She hesitated, searching for the English words. "The real-estate agent for this house."
"I'm glad to meet you. I like the house very much."
"Oh, but no...is not a good house." Her hands flew. "I tried to telephone you many times last week, but I could not find you."
That was because Isabel had disconnected her phone. "Is there a problem?"
"Si. A problem."The young woman licked her lips and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a small pearl stud in her lobe. "I'm very sorry to tell you, but you cannot stay here." Her hands moved in the graceful gestures Italians employed for even the simplest of conversations. "Is not possible. This is why I try to call you. To explain this problem and tell you I have another place for you to stay. If you'll come with me, I will show you."
Yesterday Isabel wouldn't have cared about leaving, but now she cared very much. This simple stone house with its peaceful garden held the possibility of meditation and restoration. She wasn't giving that up. "Tell me what the problem is."
"There is..." A small arc with her hand. "Work needs to be done. Is not possible for anyone to be here."
"What kind of work?"
"Much work. We must dig. There is problems with the sewer."
"I'm sure we can work around it."
"No, no.Impossibile."
"Signora Chiara, I've paid two months' rent, and I intend to stay."
"But you would not like it. And Signora Vesto would be most upset to have you unhappy."
"Signora Vesto?"
"Anna Vesto.She would be very displeased if you were uncomfortable. I have found you a nice house in town, yes? You will enjoy it very much."
"I don't want a house in town. I want this one."
"I'm so sorry. Is not possible."
"Is that SignoraVesto ?" Isabel pointed toward the garden.
"No, that is Marta. Signora Vesto is at the villa." She made a small gesture toward the top of the hill.
"Is Marta the housekeeper here?"
"No, no. Is no housekeeper here, but in town there is very good housekeepers."
Isabel ignored that. "Is she the gardener?"
"No, Marta keeps the garden, but is not the gardener. There is no gardener. In town is possible for you to have a gardener."
"Then what does she do here?"
"Marta lives here."
"I understood I'd have the house to myself."
"No, you would not be alone here." She walked to the kitchen door and pointed at the one-story addition at the back of the house. "Marta lives there. Very close."
"But I'd be alone in the middle of all those people in town?" Isabel said, taking a wild guess.
"Sí!"Giulia beamed, her smile so charming Isabel hated to put a damper on it.
"I think it would be best if I spoke with Signora Vesto. Is she at
The woman's dark mutter broke the peaceful mood, and the prayer drifted away. Still, Isabel felt a glimmer of hope. God had offered her theHoly Land. Only a fool would turn her back on a gift like that.
She drove into town with a much lighter heart. Finally something had happened to ease her despair. She stocked up on food at a smallnegozio di alimentari. When she returned, she found the woman in the black dress working in the kitchen, washing up some dishes Isabel hadn't left there. The woman shot her an unfriendly look and went out the back door – a serpent in the Garden of Eden. Isabel sighed and unpacked her groceries, arranging everything neatly in the cupboard and tiny refrigerator.
"Signora? Permesso?"
She turned to see a pretty young woman in her late twenties with sunglasses perched on top of her head standing in the arch between the kitchen and the dining area. She was petite, and her clear olive skin made an unusual contrast with her fair hair. She wore a peach blouse, a slim, biscuit-colored skirt, and the killer shoes favored by Italian women.
The beautifully curved heels tapped on the old tiles as she approached."Buon giorno, Signora Favor, I am Giulia Chiara."
As Isabel nodded in response, she wondered if everyone inTuscanywalked into strangers'
homes unannounced.
"I am theagente immobiliare ."She hesitated, searching for the English words. "The real-estate agent for this house."
"I'm glad to meet you. I like the house very much."
"Oh, but no...is not a good house." Her hands flew. "I tried to telephone you many times last week, but I could not find you."
That was because Isabel had disconnected her phone. "Is there a problem?"
"Si. A problem."The young woman licked her lips and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a small pearl stud in her lobe. "I'm very sorry to tell you, but you cannot stay here." Her hands moved in the graceful gestures Italians employed for even the simplest of conversations. "Is not possible. This is why I try to call you. To explain this problem and tell you I have another place for you to stay. If you'll come with me, I will show you."
Yesterday Isabel wouldn't have cared about leaving, but now she cared very much. This simple stone house with its peaceful garden held the possibility of meditation and restoration. She wasn't giving that up. "Tell me what the problem is."
"There is..." A small arc with her hand. "Work needs to be done. Is not possible for anyone to be here."
"What kind of work?"
"Much work. We must dig. There is problems with the sewer."
"I'm sure we can work around it."
"No, no.Impossibile."
"Signora Chiara, I've paid two months' rent, and I intend to stay."
"But you would not like it. And Signora Vesto would be most upset to have you unhappy."
"Signora Vesto?"
"Anna Vesto.She would be very displeased if you were uncomfortable. I have found you a nice house in town, yes? You will enjoy it very much."
"I don't want a house in town. I want this one."
"I'm so sorry. Is not possible."
"Is that SignoraVesto ?" Isabel pointed toward the garden.
"No, that is Marta. Signora Vesto is at the villa." She made a small gesture toward the top of the hill.
"Is Marta the housekeeper here?"
"No, no. Is no housekeeper here, but in town there is very good housekeepers."
Isabel ignored that. "Is she the gardener?"
"No, Marta keeps the garden, but is not the gardener. There is no gardener. In town is possible for you to have a gardener."
"Then what does she do here?"
"Marta lives here."
"I understood I'd have the house to myself."
"No, you would not be alone here." She walked to the kitchen door and pointed at the one-story addition at the back of the house. "Marta lives there. Very close."
"But I'd be alone in the middle of all those people in town?" Isabel said, taking a wild guess.
"Sí!"Giulia beamed, her smile so charming Isabel hated to put a damper on it.
"I think it would be best if I spoke with Signora Vesto. Is she at
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