My House in Umbria Page #2

You had no future at the Cafe Rose.

You'd have been stuck with that

fat Egyptian doctor and his greasy friends.

Getting old before your time.

You'd be dead by now.

- I would.

- Dead as a doorknob.

I survived.

- I'll come back later.

- It's okay.

Scusi.

I am sorry, Werner.

- I am so very sorry.

- Thank you.

All we can do is hope.

Hope is one thing that is left to us.

Isn't that right?

We must look to the future and hope.

I'll come back later.

What kind of sickness or malignancy

orders the death of strangers on a train?

What kind of lunatic or devil?

As I sat by the child's bed,

I tried to imagine this wretched individual...

protected, perhaps, by a mother...

who had always believed that one day

he would commit an unthinkable crime.

But it was beyond my imagination.

You saw nothing unusual

in the railway carriage?

No, nothing.

Nor on the station platform

before the train departed?

I was rather late.

I didn't have time to notice anything.

We're asking the same questions

over and over again. I'm sorry.

Are you a Virgo?

Your astrological sign.

Yes, I am a Virgo. You're right.

I thought so.

It's unusual in a detective.

Thank you for your patience.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

- I wonder what will happen to them.

- Who?

The General. Werner. The little girl.

- They'll go home, live their lives.

- The police won't let them go home.

Not until the investigation is complete.

They'll have to stay in Italy.

What will become of them?

Where will they go?

I suppose they could stay

at the house for a while.

Stay at the house?

- While they convalesce.

- Well, they'll have to pay.

- Of course they'd pay.

- We're not running a charity.

Charity begins at home.

That's not how it is meant,

and well you know it.

We were all discharged

on the same afternoon.

Werner and the General

were happy to accept my invitation.

And since Aimee was apparently

the sole survivor of her family...

the authorities were glad

to have someone to look after her.

Dr. Innocenti would visit us regularly.

If there were any signs of deterioration...

the child would at once

be returned to the hospital.

Signora Bardini. How lovely to see you.

This is our new little friend.

- You are alive. God love you!

- Yes, thank you.

- Mrs. Delahunty, I'm so happy!

- After we've had a drink, thank you.

Take it easy.

We had all decided that the bomb

and its attendant horrors...

should be buried and forgotten.

It was now time to allow

the beauty of the landscape...

to embrace us with its healing balm,

helped, of course, from time to time...

by a little drink on the terrace.

That night, as the child slept,

we dined beneath the wisteria.

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