Antonio was gazing at the screen, a curious
look on his face. “That looks like the statue Micho made of me for
the Operia,” the young man said.
Karl looked at him. “You’re saying you were
the model for the David? But that was over five hundred
years ago! How can you be that person?”
“Five hundred years?” Antonio responded
casually. “I cannot understand that either. But that is the statue
he made from the clay models he had me pose for him. I remember how
proud he was when it was presented at the Palazzo della
Signoria. I remember as well how we celebrated that night.” He
paused and a sad look came across his face. “That was our last
night together as lovers. The next day he told me I would have to
leave, that the work was done and he was returning to Rome. I could
not go with
