While they stood in the carpeted hallway,
waiting for the elevator, Karl tried to put things together.
Myrna prattled on while Antonio smiled and
nodded. He looked at Karl from time to time; clearly indicating he
didn’t have a clue as to what she was saying.
Antonio was, apparently, the David
statue come to life. He spoke Italian. Karl, who spoke no Italian,
could understand him. He spoke back to Antonio in English, and the
young man could understand him, although he spoke no English. On
top of this, Myrna had the impression Antonio had been on the tour
from the beginning. Karl shook his head. It was too much to
comprehend.
The elevator door opened.
“What is this?” Antonio asked, peering into
the carpeted, mirror-lined box.
“It’s an elevator,” Karl said.
“When’d ya learn to
