Chapter 12
Celina was learning that in Amalfi, dining on the terrace under a starry canopy with the ocean crashing beneath them in accompaniment to operatic recordings was a typical summer evening. Tonight, a recording of tenor Enrique Caruso’s “Vesti la Giubba” from Pagliacci by Leoncavallo played on the record player. The record had been played so many times the scratches had become part of the score, but it didn’t diminish the astounding performance.
“There will never be another Caruso,” Carmine said after the song ended and silence hung thick in the balmy evening air.
Celina sipped her red wine, savoring the earthy notes and trying not to let her eyes linger on Lauro, whose gaze was unnerving. “I saw Mario Lanza in a film called The Great Caruso. He’s incredibly talented.”
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