An Innocent Abroad: A Jazz Age Romance - Plot & Excerpts
She even smiled as she drank. Her parents would be horrified to know the quantity of alcohol she’d consumed during this Italian holiday – or how much she enjoyed it. As if the commotion on the promenade had never happened, the music picked up where it had left off and people began to dance again. “How can they act as if nothing happened?” Frances asked. Tom shrugged. “That’s Italians for you.” He made it sound like a bad thing, but secretly Isobel thought they had it right. There was enough misery in life; one had to take joy wherever it could be found. The sky deepened to a magical shade of blue as the sun slipped downwards, turning into a ball of flame on the horizon. The music that floated in the heavy twilight faded away, replaced by a stirring drum roll. Isobel sensed the crowd’s heightening expectation as a quiver on the sea breeze. It exhilarated her, and the last lingering traces of the violent scene she’d witnessed dissipated. “Let’s get a good vantage spot,”
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