We sat together in a front pew. Utterly alone. And we kissed. There in the presence of all the saints and angels, we kissed. I looked at the altar with its image of the miraculous Virgin—reputed to have brought a drowned man back to life—and I said, “We should live here.” After just two days of the possibilities of Venice, I said, “We should live here.” And Tom’s answer was, “We should fly to the moon.” But he was smiling.
