Chapter 7

“He ended up marrying that little French gal he was so sweet on,” Harvey went on. “The one he made you teach him how to dance for.”

Zach smiled wryly. “I’m glad something good came out of all that pain. The kid had size fifteen feet. Every time he took a misstep, he smashed my toes. And since he had no sense of rhythm or timing, that was often.”

“No wonder you kept stealing my socks. You needed the extra padding.”

“Hey, I only stole your socks one time. And you weren’t using them, anyway. I should have known you wouldn’t have forgotten that.”

“You know what I haveforgotten? Every word of Italian and French you managed to drill into my head. It’s like I got back on American soil and it all dribbled out my ears.”

“Really? Io ti amo ancora.”

Harvey stared at him blankly for several seconds, then shook his head. “No clue. You love boats?”