thin voice of all children.
The three of them strolled through the casino without talking.
A few lugubrious souls were perched at the slots. The machines roared with life.
Two black men in suits with arms crossed smiled at the gondolier.
âHow you doing, Richard?â one of them said.
âCiao,â the gondolier replied in a low voice.
âIs your name Richard?â Molly asked.
âIn another life.â
âIn Italy?â asked the boy.
âAnother life, little one,â the gondolier said.
âActually, can you call me âbig oneâ?â the little boy asked.
The corridor was a long marble walkway with tall milky pillars. Then they reached a room with a thousand gold leaves painted on the wall. The boy looked up. Naked people in robes swam through color. There were scores of angels tooâeven baby ones with plump faces and rosy cheeks.
âMadonna!â the boy said.
As they neared the end of the room, they could hear music, a few notes from an instrument strapped to a manâs belly.
â Caro mio ,â the accordionist said when he saw the gondolier.
â Ciao fratello ,â the gondolier said. âLet me introduce you to my dear two friends from the old country.â
Carlo smiled and moved his instrument from side to side. His fingers pressed buttons and the box emitted its unique croak. The rush of air into its belly was like breathing.
âItâs nice,â Molly said.
Carlo followed them at a distance of several yards, playing the same three notes over and over again. The little boy kept turning around to smile. Heâd never felt so important. When they stopped walking, they were outside on a bridge.
The rising sun was visible through a crack between two towering casino buildings.
âSee that, big one?â the gondolier said to the boy. âEvery morning can be the beginning of your lifeâyou have thousands of lives, but each is only a day long.â
When the sun had passed above them and given itself to the world, a woman in a black dress brought out a tray. She was very tall, and her heels clicked along the stone bricks.
âGood morning,â she said, and passed the tray of food to the gondolier.
Molly hesitated. âWe didnât order this.â
âNo, noâitâs from your friend,â the woman said, then pointed to one of the many intricately arched balconies built into the façade of the casino. An unrecognizable figure from a great height began to wave. When the same three notes bellowed out into the square, the boy waved back.
On the tray were half a dozen Krispy Kreme glazed doughnuts and a small wine bottle with a rose in it.
âVenetian Donetti Rings,â the gondolier marveled.
The boy stared at them. âThey look nice,â he said.
The gondolier sniffed one and handed it to his little friend. âTheyâre freshâonly a few minutes old,â he said.
âLike the day,â the boy said. The gondolier nodded with enthusiasm.
There were also three very small cups, two filled with black coffee and a third with milk.
âAre these cups for children?â asked the boy.
âYes,â said the gondolier, âbecause no matter how big sons and daughters get, they will always be children in the eyes of their parents.â
Molly laughed.
After breakfast, the gondolier took Molly and her son by the hand and led them to the edge of an enormous swimming pool that ran under bridges and skirted the edge of the main square.
There were strange boats floating, all tied together and bobbing in agreement.
âWe should probably get back,â Molly said.
âYouâre right, Mama,â the gondolier said, âbut one ride wonât take long.â
â Jed will have to wait for us now, Mom,â the boy said.
âShit,â Molly said angrily.
âWhy not?â the gondolier said.
âCome on, Max,â Molly said.
Molly started
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