clumsy if one were being kind , and one would realize that the theory that he actually wrote Shakespeareâs plays is laughably ill conceived.â
This, despite the fact that no one had even mentioned Edward de Vere.
Kate had tried chatting with them, but every conversational gambit was met with pained smiles and pitying looks. Finally, tired of being snubbed, she gave up. Kateâs father immediately began holding court with this little group, discoursing about everything from the accuracy of the history plays to whether Shakespeare favored drinking cider or beer. They listened to him with rapt attention and completely ignored Kate, Lucy, and Tom.
Kate frowned at a cloud drifting by. It looked like a hedgehog. Over lunch, Cynthia had lectured the table for twenty minutes about Shakespeareâs usage of the word hedgehog . It had been remarkably tedious.
Kate made a face at the cloud and flipped through a few more pages of the pamphlet. âIt says here that Professoressa Marchese commissioned statues of Shakespearean characters for the garden after she bought the villa,â she remarked idly. âIt might be fun to look for them.â
âStatues?â Lucy wrinkled her nose. âMaybe later, when it cools off.â She slid off the bench to join Kate on the ground. âI wonder where Giacomo is. Youâd think heâd be at lunch, since he lives in the villa.â
Kate shrugged. âOff doing his own thing, I suppose. He must have lots of friends in Verona.â She yawned. Everyone else had trooped upstairs for a siesta after their meal, an Italian tradition which her father had said was one more indication that this was the most civilized country on earth. Both Kate and Lucy had felt too excited to take a nap. But now, Kate felt her eyes closing. The garden was quiet except for the hum of bees going about their business and birds chirping in a nearby tree. In the distance, a church bell rang, and Kateâs happiness was complete. Nothing could disturb this sense of peace and well-being and complete contentment. . . .
âYou know, I was just thinking,â Lucy said. âWouldnât it be great to have a summer romance in Italy?â
Annoyed, Kate opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Lucy, who was smiling, her eyes closed against the sun. âRather unoriginal, though,â Kate said repressively. âAnd have you read the syllabus? And the reading list? We wonât have time for romance.â
Lucy chuckled. âOh, Kate, you are a hoot !â
Kate sat up, no longer drowsy. She pulled up a blade of grass and began shredding it methodically.
âAnd speaking of romance,â Lucy went on dreamily, âhe is gorgeous, isnât he?â
Kate pulled up an entire handful of grass and resisted the temptation to throw it in Lucyâs face. âWho?â
Lucy turned her head to look at Kate, her blue eyes astonished. âGiacomo, of course!â
âOh.â Kateâs tone was dismissive. âHim.â
âYes, him ! Honestly, Kate!â Lucy said, exasperated.
âLooks arenât everything,â Kate said. âAfter all,â she quoted, ââthe devil hath power tâassume a pleasing shape.ââ
âOh, heâs not the devil!â Lucy protested.
âNo, I know, thatâs not what Iââ
âAlthough if he was ,â Lucy interrupted, âI can tell you that any girl on earth would be tempted to sell her soul.â
âNot me!â Kate sniffed.
âBut you just admitted that he has a pleasing shape.â
âNo, no, that was Shakespeare who saidââ
âAnd, anyway, I donât care what you think.â She turned her face to the sun and closed her eyes with finality. âIn my opinion, a little romance is just what this seminar needs to make it abso lute ly perfect.â
Kate tossed her handful of shredded grass to the ground. Why was everyone
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