say, Urbino?â
The only comfort Urbino got was knowing that Evangeline couldnât possibly be behind all this.
âEvie still thinks about you,â Eugene went on. âMentions your name all the time. Has a soft spot in her heart, she does. Drives old Reid up the wall.â
Evangelineâs pretty oval face swam before Urbinoâs eyes. He hadnât seen her in ten years, and that had been only briefly on a visit to New Orleans to see his great-aunts. Evangeline had looked just as lovely as ever. She had been with her parents and her fatherâs two brothersâin other words, very much within the deep bosom of the Hennepin family from which Urbino had tried to help her escape. Back when they had first met, Evangeline had wanted and needed Urbino as a counterweight to the Hennepins, but ultimately she had been too much of one not to leave him standing alone against the family.
Pushing away thoughts of Evangeline, Urbino tried to deflect Eugeneâs attention to the Palazzo Dario with its multicolored marble facade. Eugene suspiciously eyed the building, whose outside walls inclined to the left at a noticeable angle.
âLooks like itâs ready to fall over, like half this town! Donât know how you stand it. Is it always so jam-packed? Just look at all the people! Iâm surprised the whole place doesnât just sink plumb out of sight! But Iâm not so sure all this would bother Evie one littleââ
âThat building there,â Urbino said, indicating a large, low white building with gold-and-white-striped wooden poles in front of a water terrace where people were lounging, âis the Palazzo Guggenheim.â
Urbino hoped that the interest Eugene had expressed yesterday in Peggy Guggenheim would get him off the topic of Evangeline.
âNothing much to the top of it,â Eugene said in a disappointed tone. âMatter of fact, looks like the whole damn top was sliced right off.â
âThatâs because it was never finished. Itâs called the âUnfinished Palace.â It would have been the biggest palazzo on the Grand Canal.â
âWhat happened? Run out of money?â
âThatâs one story. Another one is that the family who owned that palazzoââhe pointed to the Palazzo Grande on the other side of the Grand Canalââobjected. They didnât want their view of the lagoon taken away.â
Eugene looked skeptical.
âMust have been the money. Would have cost a bundle even in those days. How much did Guggenheim fork over?â
âSixty thousand dollars.â
âA steal!â
âThat was back in 1948 though.â
As the boat went under the Accademia Bridge and approached the vaporetto station where a crowd was waiting, Eugene looked as if he were doing some mental calculations.
âEven back then, it was a steal.â He nodded in satisfaction. âNow there was a businesswomanâeven if she did get a palace without a top floor.â
11
The front room of Zuinâs gallery in a little courtyard behind the Accademia was filled with objects from the sixteenth to the nineteenth centuries, among them Victorian photogravures of Venice, statuary and sculpture, and period furniture.
âDo you think these are fancy enough for May-Foy, Urbino?â Eugene asked as he peered at two eighteenth-century gilded chairs with a carved dogeâs hat decorating the backrests. âYou know how picayunish she can be.â
May-Foyâactually Ma Foiâwas Eugeneâs wife back in Louisiana. Thinking of May-Foyâs ornate sitting room in which she spent almost all her waking hours, Urbino, who was examining a sixteenth-century glass reliquary inset with jewels, assured Eugene that the Brustolons would do.
âI donât know, though,â Eugene said, shaking his head. âSeems kind of funny to bring chairs back from Italy.â
Zuin, today sporting a lavender pocket
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