Chapter 238

• There was something lonely and sad about Isola Comacina, Zoe thought, although perhaps she was only being fanciful, thinking of the bishop’s curse. Yet she wasn’t being fanciful in noticing that a pall had come over Leandro’s mood. He seemed guarded and distant, his mind on other matters, other memories.
• What are they? Zoe wanted to ask, wanted to know. Yet she knew she had no right to such information. Still, she wondered what ghosts haunted Leandro, what had made him kiss her last night with such angry desperation before turning away in self-disgust.
• They took the boat over to Bellagio, an ancient village with steep cobblestoned alleyways lined with flowerpots and sidewalk cafés.