Chapter 68
The Tune She Was Humming
Maggie was having a bath. They had half an hour before they had to leave for the restaurant.
Wilbur hadn’t changed his clothes. He was lying on the bed, still in his sandals and the same flares and shirt as the Ghost. He felt suddenly quite tired.
His eyes were dry from the flight, and he was feeling the consequences of the wine they had drunk earlier.
He picked up their guidebook. The Companion Guide to Venice.
A section on jazz bars. There were quite a few of them, and they were popular places to hang out, apparently, and one was close to the restaurant they were going to tonight.
Maggie liked jazz more than he did, so he thought he could surprise her by walking past there later on, after the meal. And then they could walk back to the hotel via the Piazza San Marco.
He heard Maggie gently humming to herself in the bath. He was sleepily trying to work out the tune she was humming, smiling to himself, no longer thinking about the ghostly doppelganger he had seen earlier. The one who was watching him now as he fell asleep in his clothes on the bed.