strap on her camera to put in on her shoulder as he adjusted on the hard hat and then the ear protection on her. It allowed her to relax slightly as her body was no longer overwhelmed by the sound.
Marc used hand signals to show her around the quarry. Within a few hours, she had taken hundreds of photographs and the muscles in her legs began to cramp from all of the climbing.
When a whistle blew for lunch, she felt grateful to be able to remove her ear protection and sit down. The dozen or so men assembled near the office at an outside table and began to unpack lunches and thermoses with coffee.
Marc joined her and gave her a packed lunched that Maria had sent. Instead of eating at first, she took a few more photographs of the men. It was obvious from the dust and sweat, that the men worked exceptionally hard.
When she finally took a break to eat, Marc said he would take her to the village for the afternoon. Nodding, she listened as the men talked with the foreman about the progress of the work. There were a few jokes made about the best place to photograph, but in general the workers seemed open to having her there over the next few weeks.
Marc met with the foreman as she gathered her equipment and took a few more shots of the quarry. As the men went back to work, Marc directed her back to the truck.
As she climbed into the small truck, she said “Thank you for making this possible.”
She noticed he seemed guarded and merely nodded. He took her to a series of villages in the area and pointed out landmarks. He stopped at a local coffee shop and they were both greeted warmly. It was evident that Marc was highly regarded wherever they went. She snapped a few photographs of him speaking with the locals. He introduced her to many people and she was able to give out her business cards, asking for anyone who wanted to be interviewed to call her.
When they returned to the villa in the late afternoon, Alda was resting and Marc told Maria that he was going out and would return the next day.
Isabel headed to her room for a quick shower before she began the process of downloading and reviewing the images she had taken. Her mind was reeling from all that she had taken in during the day.
Over the next several days, she barely saw Marc as she explored different villages and conducted interviews. She was amazed at how open and willing people were to share their stories with her.
Almost a week into her visit, Marc returned to the villa in the early evening and found Isabel in the living room. “Alda is in bed for the evening?”
He noticed that Isabel was not dressed for dinner. Instead, she was wearing a long sleeved pink shirt with jeans, and her bare feet were tucked under her. Her graceful hands held the place in her book before she glanced up at him.
“She is feeling well, but I think she may have overdone it today a bit.”
“Why is that?”
Isabel stood up and placed the novel on the cocktail table.
“She wants to regain her strength so she has been following Dr. Bender’s exercise schedule to a tee.”
“Why don’t you change, and I’ll let Maria know we are going out?”
“You don’t need to entertain me.”
“I was hoping you would entertain me.”
Her eyes grew large and surprise was evident in her mild gasp. Her reaction stirred something within him.
Before she refused outright, Marc said soothingly, “I have been very busy since coming to Carrara. But I would like to hear how your research is going. There is a local trattoria that serves an excellent meal. Would you join me?”
Marc watched her as she picked up her novel and left the room. Her resigned acquiescence surprised him. Usually women were more than happy for his company and didn’t have to be cajoled into spending an evening with him.
Searching his memory over the last week, it seemed things were going well. Alda had ceased demanding he take Isabel out and instead was focused on her own recovery.
On edge when she reached
Marc used hand signals to show her around the quarry. Within a few hours, she had taken hundreds of photographs and the muscles in her legs began to cramp from all of the climbing.
When a whistle blew for lunch, she felt grateful to be able to remove her ear protection and sit down. The dozen or so men assembled near the office at an outside table and began to unpack lunches and thermoses with coffee.
Marc joined her and gave her a packed lunched that Maria had sent. Instead of eating at first, she took a few more photographs of the men. It was obvious from the dust and sweat, that the men worked exceptionally hard.
When she finally took a break to eat, Marc said he would take her to the village for the afternoon. Nodding, she listened as the men talked with the foreman about the progress of the work. There were a few jokes made about the best place to photograph, but in general the workers seemed open to having her there over the next few weeks.
Marc met with the foreman as she gathered her equipment and took a few more shots of the quarry. As the men went back to work, Marc directed her back to the truck.
As she climbed into the small truck, she said “Thank you for making this possible.”
She noticed he seemed guarded and merely nodded. He took her to a series of villages in the area and pointed out landmarks. He stopped at a local coffee shop and they were both greeted warmly. It was evident that Marc was highly regarded wherever they went. She snapped a few photographs of him speaking with the locals. He introduced her to many people and she was able to give out her business cards, asking for anyone who wanted to be interviewed to call her.
When they returned to the villa in the late afternoon, Alda was resting and Marc told Maria that he was going out and would return the next day.
Isabel headed to her room for a quick shower before she began the process of downloading and reviewing the images she had taken. Her mind was reeling from all that she had taken in during the day.
Over the next several days, she barely saw Marc as she explored different villages and conducted interviews. She was amazed at how open and willing people were to share their stories with her.
Almost a week into her visit, Marc returned to the villa in the early evening and found Isabel in the living room. “Alda is in bed for the evening?”
He noticed that Isabel was not dressed for dinner. Instead, she was wearing a long sleeved pink shirt with jeans, and her bare feet were tucked under her. Her graceful hands held the place in her book before she glanced up at him.
“She is feeling well, but I think she may have overdone it today a bit.”
“Why is that?”
Isabel stood up and placed the novel on the cocktail table.
“She wants to regain her strength so she has been following Dr. Bender’s exercise schedule to a tee.”
“Why don’t you change, and I’ll let Maria know we are going out?”
“You don’t need to entertain me.”
“I was hoping you would entertain me.”
Her eyes grew large and surprise was evident in her mild gasp. Her reaction stirred something within him.
Before she refused outright, Marc said soothingly, “I have been very busy since coming to Carrara. But I would like to hear how your research is going. There is a local trattoria that serves an excellent meal. Would you join me?”
Marc watched her as she picked up her novel and left the room. Her resigned acquiescence surprised him. Usually women were more than happy for his company and didn’t have to be cajoled into spending an evening with him.
Searching his memory over the last week, it seemed things were going well. Alda had ceased demanding he take Isabel out and instead was focused on her own recovery.
On edge when she reached
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