“It means more money and it’s going to be my career.”
“That’s right; it’s going to be your career.”
Holton crossed his legs, using the movement to give himself time to think. Carla waited, watching him.
“Are you going to live in Florence?” he asked finally.
This was not going at all well, she thought. “I think I may live there part of the year. I think I shall travel first.”
“Where? Where do you want to go?”
“Some place in the Near East, some place like the Arabian Nights—you’ve read it, haven’t you?”
“I read it once.”
“I always wanted things to be like that, to be enchanted.”
“And you’ve been disappointed?”