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sat down on the couch and stretched out his long, jean-clad legs.
    “Would you like some tea?”
    “No thanks, Angel.” His eyes traveled down her body when she stopped at the coffee table in front of him and picked up the breakfast dishes.
    “So, what are you doing today?” Tony asked.
    “I’m going to practice.” She held the teacup and plate in one hand and smoothed down her shorts with the other. Oh, my God, I’m barefoot…
    “On a Saturday? It’s too nice to stay inside. Come out with me.”
    It was only the second Saturday in August. She would have plenty of time to practice over the next two months. Why not have some fun in Italy?
    Angelina looked down at her shorts. “I’ll have to change…”
    “Oh, don’t do that.” His gaze passed over her French-manicured toes before returning to her face. “You might want to put on some shoes.”
    “I will be right back.” She giggled.
    In the bedroom, Angelina rummaged in the closet until she found shoes. She tied the strings of the high-heeled espadrilles around her ankles. Her legs did strings very well, in case this was a date.
    Coming out of the bedroom, patting down her hair again, she bumped into Tony. He was looking at a picture on the wall.
    She must have been about ten years old when the picture was taken, a professional shot with her violin. Her mother had blow-dried her hair so that it hung straight down her back. Bangs cut cleanly across her forehead.
    She stood side by side with him. “That was a good hair day.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Buggers. She had spoken out loud. “My hair is tame in that picture.”
    “Angelina, you have the most beautiful hair I have ever seen, thick like a lion’s mane.” He ran his fingers through the length of her hair. Her knees turned to jelly.
    “I need to get it shaped,” she whispered.
    “Well then, that must be our first stop.”
    * * * *
    “My friend, it has been too long. Where have you been?” Georgio’s deep Italian was a surprise coming from his thin, wiry frame. He pulled Tony into a hug.
    “Traveling, but I’m back now.” Tony took Angelina’s hand and pulled her forward. “This is Angelina.”
    Georgio smiled, and exposed yellow teeth. “Beautiful hair,” He turned to Tony. “So, this is where you have been all this time, eh?” Georgio took her hand, and inspected her bare ring finger. “But you are not married yet. You should marry this one.”
    Georgio’s gleeful laughter accompanied them to identical barber chairs.
    She worked to hide her smile. Maybe Tony doesn’t have a girlfriend, after all.
    Georgio trimmed her bangs so that they fell in long waves down the sides of her face. Tony would not let her cut the length, but she had to admit she liked the glossy layers in the back.
    Angelina turned to Tony. His freshly cut black wings shined. “Now you really look like a warrior.”
    Tony stroked his square jaw. “Is it the chin that gave me away?”
    “Ah, she is smart and beautiful. What more you want, giovane?” Georgio said.
    On cue, they rose from their seats.
    Georgio stepped in front of Tony. “Your father was in here last week. He comes to see me more than you. Why is that?”
    Angelina turned towards Tony.
    Tony looked from her to Georgio. “Time to go.”
    “Yeah, yeah, I know, it is always time to go. Your father wants to see you. He said…”
    “Tell him I’ll see him for dinner one night, will you, Georgio?” Tony gave her an apologetic smile before taking her hand and leading her away.
    * * * *
    They picked up the Stradivarius at the Casa di Città , and made the short walk over to the Conservatory where they found an unoccupied music room.
    Tony played an intro to the Brandenburg Concerto No. 4 . He knew the Baroque composition as well as she did. He closed his eyes and his long fingers glided across the keys until her body wondered how those fingers would feel gliding over her.
    Gaping brown trout! Angelina closed her mouth. She placed one of the