My House in Umbria Page #8

Hours added to Aimee's young life.

They'll drive home in the Buick.

Conversation will be difficult.

Tom is tired.

Perhaps Francine will suggest

the two of them cook supper together.

Scrambled eggs.

Aimee and Francine...

the first meal in her new home.

When darkness comes to Pennsylvania,

the Riversmiths will lie beneath the sheets.

His pajamas bundled away...

and Francine's lean body naked also.

The child may be nutty as a fruitcake,

but they'll manage somehow.

They'll think of something...

being in the thinking business,

both of them.

And then sometime later...

months maybe, or years...

they'll decide that expert care

is no more than the child's due.

Better for her own sake to be looked after

by people who are skilled...

in a place that contains others of her kind.

We were at the airport.

He was there,

talking to her at the check-in desk.

And they came back with the bags.

He kissed her once, shook my hand,

and he was gone.

Didn't he say anything?

He said he'd call you and the doctor

in a few weeks to review the situation.

- Nothing else?

- Not a thing.

Where's Werner?

I've been looking all over for him.

- He's gone to stay with friends.

- What friends?

Just some friends. Friends from Germany.

Just a little holiday.

But he sends you a great big hug, all right?

I think I'd better check the silver.

Let's hope he hasn't robbed us blind.

If he has, we'll forgive him.

Forgive him?

We all need forgiveness, Quinty.

Mr. Riversmith may never come back for her.

He may decide

he doesn't want a child in his life.

Especially not his sister's child.

He's no fool.

He knows Francine will be jealous.

I doubt very much

whether he'll ever come back.

On the other hand, he may

very well come back next month.

I may be dead next month.

The moon may have crashed into the earth.

Who knows what dreadful things

may come to pass?

But at the moment...

I'm happy. What else matters?

Carpe diem.

I'm never really sure what that means.

Seize the day. Embrace the present.

Enjoy life while you've got the chance.

Carpe diem.

I'll remember that.

In the garden,

the delphiniums were in flower.

Through scented twilight,

the girl in the white dress...

walked with a step

as light as a morning cobweb.

That evening she hadn't a care in the world.

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