T’S so quiet,’ said the house guest from London, pushing back his chair, ‘and relaxed. The countryside is’—he searched for the—‘tranquil.’ It was after lunch, one of those rare, long, languid, outdoor, perfect-summer-day lunches that occur far too infrequently, and we were sitting on the terrace gazing at the sea. I wanted to reply: ‘Are you mad?’ But, not wishing
A house guest too far
Jul 26, 2023
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