Chapter 113
“What are you doing?” Marco said.
“Following my nose. This diaper needs attention.”
“Wow, I was having so much fun I didn’t notice, but now that you mention it, I do.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Gert said.
“You don’t have to,” I said. “That’s not why we brought you along.”
“Dani,” she said, ever so patiently, “nobody has to do anything, okay? I said I’ll take care of it, and I will.”
I handed her a small body and said, “Knock yourself out.”
By the end of the day, the incident of the previous night had been left behind, if not totally forgotten. Sunday arrived, and the weather was really pleasant, so we had a late breakfast on the terrace, during the course of which Marco’s sat phone rang and he excused himself long enough to walk down under the arbor a bit.
“What’s up?” I said, when he returned to the terrace.