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Those were heady days of falling in love and getting to know each other better. He would try and spend every spare moment with me. Often, he’d come racing back to our apartment at lunchtime – it would take about half an hour each way. We wouldn’t always end up in bed – sometimes we’d just talk about what we had been doing and cuddle. During this period, he could never stay over a whole night. He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise his divorce, as he desperately wanted a legal separation from Yvonne.
He hadn’t added much in the way of personal touches but it was still charming. The bedroom was huge and dominated by an iron-posted bed made up with crisp, fresh linen. After the chauffeur had left, my only company was Maria, the maid, who later would teach me not only how to make the best bolognese sauce in the world, but also Italian. I had to speak Italian to survive. Later, I would become friendly with a neighbour, a beautiful girl from San Francisco who was living with a Polish artist, and she also helped me with the language.
She was obviously good at her job, too. ’ Aldo was not a man to be thwarted. ‘Fine, yes of course, I’d be delighted,’ I beamed. The dinner was in a private dining room of the Hotel Villa Cora in Florence. There were about 20 of us around the table, including the American contingent. Once we were within chatting range, the formidable Aldo was clearly not someone who minced his words. ’ I nodded, fearing where this line of conversation might be leading. ’ Phew, but no sooner had I managed to steer him away from that thought, than he was on to the next.