Chapter 59
“Shall we wake up sleeping beauty?” I heard a voice say, “or shall we simply go on to dinner?”
“Marco!” I said, snapping out of it. “Don’t be silly. I can sleep anytime. Come on in and let me see everyone in their finery.”
And they were in their finery. Marco was wearing his newest and best suit; the Lane cousins were, as always, walking advertisements for Brooks Brothers; la Contessawas quite elegant in black; Mom and Grandma were wearing what were, for them, fancy dresses; and even Father Rinaldo appeared to be clad in a brand new cassock.
“I wish I had a camera,” I said.
“Not to worry,” Henry said, “we brought one.”
“I’ll go find an orderly to take a picture,” Marco said.