The Topolino stopped at a villa at the foot of the mountains. The two of us were alone. The other cars continued, they would wait for us at Saint Vincent. The few days of good weather had been enough to bring out the bloom of the greenhouse flowers, but the trees in the garden were still bare. I hardly had time to look around when Momina cried: “Here we are.”
Rosette was not wearing the blue dress this time.

Cesare PAVESE
Among women only