But, back to Graziella.
. . We lived in each others pockets during the showwe worked
together, ate meals together, talked about everything. Although she
jokingly referred to me as her mini-president, since I presided over
a small company, the word Mini-President from her lips was
like a caress.
Friday was the last day of the show and as usual we had lunch together.
As we were finishing, I remember her saying, Tomorrow, I will
be taking the train to my familys chalet in Switzerland.
Suddenly I realized my beautiful week with her was all over. It had
never happened to me before but suddenly I criedreal big tears.
I couldnt hide them. I think she was a little surprised, but she
knew instinctively why and, like a mother comforting a child, she regarded
me tenderly and said, Oh, but you can come too if you want."