The sun and its brightness went behind a wispy cloud, the same cloud passed across my face.
“No, no one really,” I told her.
“But someone?”
“No, yes, but only…mostly simple men.” I shook my head. I could not tell her.
Pearl took my chin in her hand. “And you are anything but a simple woman.”
I smiled, then it slipped off my lips, away from me.
“I think I have seen too much… too much of your world. You have taught me so much of life. It is hard to settle for simple when you know there is more out there.” I waved my hands about. Where were the English words for the Italian ones pounding in my head?
If I had met such simple men before—before Newport and before Pearl—I would have been more than happy to spend the rest of my life with him in his simple life. How can one be shown heaven t
