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Prologue
Family pride was something Anna Caruso hadn't felt in a long time, mostly because her family was small now and scattered across several continents.But standing in one of the exhibition rooms at the Museo dei Capolavori in Rome and watching a group of visitors linger in front of her father-in-law's painting with awe in their eyes, sent a wave of heartwarming satisfaction through her.
Anna wasn't one to dwell on the past or the future, especially not at eighty-one years of age.She preferred to live in the present, but this exhibition had brought the past, the present, and the future together, and the niggling doubts she'd had about donating the painting to the exhibition had been erased by the flood of positive remarks she'd heard over the past two days.So many visitors had wondered why they hadn't heard about Tomas Caruso before.They'd marveled at his talent and thought it was a shame he had not been recognized in his own time.
That was her father-in-law's fault.Tomas had been a brilliant artist, but also a perfectionist.Nothing was ever good enough for him to show, which was partly why she'd worried that putting his work up now was some sort of betrayal.But that was foolish.Tomas had been dead for fifty-plus years.It was past time for him to have his artistic brilliance recognized.
"I thought I'd find you in here," Gloria Rossi said, coming up next to her.
She smiled at her long-time friend.They'd met at twenty-one, sixty years ago, as American art students spending a summer studying in Rome.Back then, she'd been blonde while Gloria had had dark-brown hair.Now her hair was white, and Gloria's was silver.Their youthful bodies had disappeared ages ago, and the two men they'd married had both passed on.
Gloria's husband Paolo had died eight years ago, while her Marcus had been gone for a year.She pushed back the familiar stabbing sadness that came with memories of her tall, strong husband, who had loved her for over fifty years.
"I can't seem to leave," she said.
Gloria gave her a smile of understanding."I've been sneaking in here whenever I can, too."
Gloria also worked as a docent at the museum.Their love of art still drove their lives even after so many years, not that either of them had ever been accomplished enough to put a painting on the wall of a museum.But Gloria had donated her mother-in-law's work, and Lucinda Rossi's painting hung next to the one by Tomas.It seemed fitting.Lucinda and Tomas had been the closest of friends and had both died too young.
"Their paintings have been well-received," Gloria said."Did you read the review of the exhibition in the paper?Tomas's painting was featured.You should be proud."
"I am," she said, but she couldn't hide the worry in her voice."I just hope I didn't make a mistake.Tomas wanted his painting hidden away, and Marcus was so protective of his father's art."
"You need to stop feeling guilty, Anna.You did what you thought was right, and you'll never know what they would have thought, so you can only think about how you feel."
"I feel proud," she admitted.
"So do I."Gloria returned her gaze to the wall."Their paintings are so focused, one a beautiful tree with a colorful bird building its nest.The other a series of steps leading into the light at one end and the darkness at another.They seem simple and yet profound."
"Signoras?"
She turned her head as Enrique, the security guard, told them it was time to go.He needed to lock up and turn on the alarm system.
They'd already kept him waiting, so she gave him an apologetic smile and quickly headed to the door, with Gloria on her heels.
The exhibition room was on the second floor of the two-story building, and the hallway lights had already been dimmed, but they knew the museum so well, from the vast rooms on the first floor to the smaller exhibition rooms on the second floor, that they had no problem making their way to the employees' lounge, which was also located upstairs.
"I think we should treat ourselves to dinner and a good bottle of wine," Gloria said.
"Like we do every night?"she asked with a laugh.Their love of art was only equaled by their love of wine.
"Well, we don't eat out every night.Let's go to Valentino's."
"Sounds good to me.But I do want to call Nick at some point tonight.Don't let me forget."
Gloria raised a questioning brow."Is everything okay with your grandson?"
"I think so, but I left him a message about the exhibition several days ago, and he never called me back.He's probably just busy at work, but I worry about him when he's out of touch, which seems more often these days.I wish he hadn't gone into the FBI, especially since he rarely seems to be at a desk.He's always in the field, doing God knows what.I would have liked to get his blessing on putting the painting in the exhibition.But I couldn't wait for him to get back to me.”
"I doubt he'd have a problem with it," Gloria said."I'm sure he would have told you to do what you think is best."
"I suppose so.I also worry that he might still be angry about us setting up him and Isabella a few months ago."
Gloria waved a dismissive hand in the air."That's silly.It was just a dinner."
"But they didn't hit it off, and I don't understand why.They'd be perfect for each other."
"I agree, but they're both stubborn.Isabella has a fire burning inside her," Gloria said."But I want her to have more than a career.I understand that being a journalist is important, but her job won't keep her warm at night.Of course, she tells me I don't know what it's like to be a young woman today.I can't say she's wrong, but I have lived a long life, and I know how important love is.I worry that growing up without a father, and with a grandfather who ignored her, has colored her thinking of men."
