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AUBERGE DE LA MAISON ~ COURMAYEUR
her, advising prudence because sooner or later, the
powers that be would shut her mouth if she carried on
needling them. She had advised her to take a holiday
far from that once-generous land that now seemed run
through with a uncontrollable self-destructive vein.
Albeit reluctantly, Princess Virginia had promised her
that she would soon leave for the mountains, where she
could stay fully-clothed. She would not have to exhibit
her buttery, old-fashioned curves as she would have
had to in a swimsuit. To avoid both the admiring cries of
men involved in endless games of beach tennis and the
sarcastic comments of the thin, tanned lizard-women of
the Adriatic Riviera, Virginia never went to the beach.
She was regularly criticized by her mother, however.
A simple, hot-tempered woman who had come down
from the Forlí hills, she repeated the same old two questions,
which her daughter knew by heart: “Why do you
always have to do the opposite of what normal people
do? How do you think you’re going to find a husband if
you stay shut up in the house on Sundays?”
That Saturday morning, standing at the kitchen stove,
she had looked her daughter up and down as she sat
drinking coffee. With the wary, crafty expression of
someone who already envisions piles of money, she