in how you catch each ball at the last minute, before itâs lost,â the stranger explained.
âI want to try,â the boy said.
The gondolier stopped juggling and reached down.
Max held the oranges in his hands and looked at them.
âTheyâre too big for me.â
âAh!â the gondolier exclaimed, and from his pocket appeared three kumquats.
Molly laughed.
âKumquats are the way to every womanâs heart, my little friend.â
The boy looked at his mother again. He wanted her to be happy. They were on vacation.
âWeâre waiting for my fiancé,â Molly said. âHeâs just finishing up.â
The little boy set the kumquats next to his shoes and said quietly to the gondolier:
âHeâs lost all our money, mister.â
âHeâll win it back,â Molly said.
The gondolier sat with them and lit another cigar.
âSmoking is bad for you,â the boy said.
The gondolier shrugged. âDid my grandmother tell you to say that?â
âNo,â the boy said. âI saw it on TV.â
When Molly woke with a start, it was almost dawn. Her son was sleeping with his head against the gondolierâs striped shirt. The gondolier smoked and stared at nothing. Molly wondered for a moment if it was the same cigar.
âYou must think weâre pathetic,â she said.
The gondolier thought for a moment and then said:
âWould you permit me to perform one favor for you and your son?â
âI donât know,â Molly said. âMy fiancé may not be in a good mood when he comes out.â
âOkay,â the gondolier conceded. âIt doesnât matterâI just thought you might like it.â
Two small eyes between them bolted open.
âMight like what?â inquired a little voice.
âMight like to be honored guests on my gondolaâthrough the canals of Venice.â
The boy climbed up on his motherâs lap.
âWe have to do this,â he said soberly.
Molly turned to the gondolier.
âI donât know why youâre doing this for usâbut if you were going to kill us, you probably would have done it by now.â
Her son glared angrily at her.
âHeâs not going to kill us.â
As they entered the Venetian Hotel and Casino, the gondolier raised his arms.
âWelcome to the most beautiful country in the world,â he said.
The boy looked at the statues perched high up on the roof.
Their white marble skin glistened in the early morning sun, their hands forever raised, the fingers extended slightly with the poise of faith.
âI think they are holy saints, little one,â the gondolier said. âThey look out for meâand you too.â
One of the statues was missing. There was a space on the roof where it had once stood.
âWhereâs that one?â the boy said.
âI donât know,â the gondolier said thoughtfully. âBut just thinkâ caro mio , he could be anywhere.â
âI think I believe in saints,â the boy said, and considered how the missing saint might somehow be his real father.
âYou truly believe in the saints, boy?â
âYes. I do.â
âThen you are an Italian, kid, through and throughâa hot-blooded Italian. Can you do this?â The gondolier pressed his fingers together and shook them at the sky. The boy copied his movement. âNow say, âMadonna.ââ
The boy put his fingers together and shook them and said, âMadonna.â
âGood, but louder, caro , louder!â the gondolier exclaimed.
âMadonna!â the boy screamed.
People looked at them.
âWhat does that mean?â Molly asked. âItâs not a bad word, is it?â
âNo, Mama, it means, simply: I am in love with this beautiful world.â
The boy looked up at the saints, his fingers pushed together like a small church.
âMadonna!â he said in that delicate
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