Only later did I come to understand what she was offering. Oh? And what was she offering? A door into her world. Priceless. Margaret poured out another glass of grappa and sipped it. Her mouth was tight. She said, You’ve never told me this story before. Have I not? I think I’d remember. Why now? Yes, why now? thought Evelyn, and she said, The rabbit. The rabbit? Yes. Have you not had rabbit since? And the music. What music? The overture to Spontini’s La Vestale. The signore played it this morning. A simple memory of the Teatro Verdi.
