"I'm happy"
While we were sitting in the sun on the large steps in front of the house, Mary told me how in Venice she was worried about the interest that Papa showed in me. He then realized that I was not looking for indirect fame, that my affection would not turn into love, that I was not a danger. In fact, he was now thanking me for my positive influence. Finally, she was once again worried because relations between her and Papa were a bit strained, as perhaps I had noticed.
Yes, I had noticed. And I was very sorry about it. But it happens that sometimes you are led to relieve your nervousness with the person you love the most, to whom you are closest. I understood that it wasn't easy, but she had to not give too much weight to his moments of bad mood.
That was what she was always trying to do, Mary said, flipping a freshly cut rose in her hands. They both probably needed a period of rest, of detachment, but how would Papa have done without her? She was his housekeeper, secretary, counselor...
Of course Papa would have deserved a little punishment, I observed. And in her absence he would have understood how precious, indispensable she was to him.
With a lazy step, Boisie, Papa's favorite cat, approached. Mary reached out to pet him. As...
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