Stealing Beauty Page #3

It's easier to stay alone.

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.

You can't have decided

that at your age.

I haven't decided.

You're in need of a ravisher.

I'm waiting.

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy--

Would you stop saying that?

You're scared.

What is it you're scared of?

There's something else,

isn't there?

I can see.

You seem to be--

Stoned.

I'm going to bed.

Don't forget this.

Thank you.

Sweet dreams.

Well, look who's up and about.

I had a great night.

You met Lucy.

Oh... she's irresistible.

I'm mad about her.

Now, what's that smile about?

What smile?

Now, come on. Tell.

Mm-hmm.

Well...

we just... talked.

What did she tell you?

I have a feeling...

not as much as she

might have done.

Oh, come on.

No, no, no.

You can't keep a secret.

Of course I can.

Really?

What's going on?

Nothing's going on.

Noemi, what would you

tell your readers...

about a man

who dangles a secret...

in front of you?

I wasn't dangling it.

Yes, you were.

No, I was not.

He wants to tell it.

We're going to have...

to find Lucy some friends...

so she doesn't get bored

with all us old people.

Are we that old already?

Good morning.

Hi.

Sorry.

My time's all screwed up.

Want some coffee?

Please.

Have some bread.

Do you take milk?

Yeah. Oh, hey!

Uh, no, it's fine.

Um, what time is it there?

Do you take sugar?

What about Filippo Castellini

as Lucy's boyfriend?

Okay, Miranda.

Terrible flirt.

What about Harry Fenimore Jones?

Too perverse

for an American girl.

Would you pass the sugar, Noemi?

Ben Cartaclay.

Cartaclay would love Lucy.

Basta!

Thank you.

I feel like a classified ad.

Do you hear that?

Come and see what

we have to put up with.

All right? Yeah.

Talk to you later. Bye-bye.

What is that?

They're building a television mast.

To brainwash the Italian electorate.

You don't like it...

because it messes up your view.

Daisy!

My little Piglet.

how was Camilla's?

Again?

Hi, Daisy.

Do you remember Lucy?

You were four

when she was last here.

Hi.

Hmm. What's that?

It's called a scarab.

It's kind of like a beetle.

It's good luck.

Come.

Okay.

Well, thank you for being...

so f***ing helpful.

Miranda, you wouldn't stop.

Me! It wasn't just me!

Oh, she's searching

for something...

with those long hands

she can barely control...

and... curiosity.

A little bit frightened.

It reminds me so much

of me somehow.

You know,

I kissed someone here once.

Did he touch tongues?

Uh-huh.

Miranda likes to kiss boys.

She'll kiss Richard,

and before that,

she kissed Matthew and Johnny...

and Niccolo' and David.

She used to kiss Niccolo'?

Yeah, at the fireworks.

Yeah, at the fireworks.

Do you know a man

named Carlo Lisca?

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