La Fontana di Trevi, Rome
March 1985The days continued like this, Giorgio doing his best impression of a tour guide as Tamara listened with interest, her hand looped through the crook in his arm. They shared meals, walked the ancient streets, and gazed at the illuminated beauty of Rome at night.
They chose a new piazza each evening, and twice ended up on the rooftop terrace at Tamara's hotel. It stood on a rise on the Via Veneto and offered a commanding view of city, so sipping the fine wines from the Enoteca Buccone was an obvious, and welcome, treat.
It took several days for Giorgio to ask Tamara about her schedule, and when she had planned to leave. She lied. Her flight home had been scheduled for two days prior, and she changed it so that she could remain in Rome with Giorgio. But,
