Chapter 21

“Whoa, SignoreSimons, you are one big hurry.”

“Ah…yes… sorry. I…um…need to...” Karl couldn’t think of an excuse for his rush to get off the vehicle, so he just repeated, “Sorry.”

Once on the ground in the parking area, Karl cast about, trying to figure out where he might go to gain the information he so desperately wanted. To the left he saw a small house that looked like an office or welcome booth. He trotted toward it.

Inside, a pretty young woman stood behind a counter looking through a stack of papers. She looked up as he came in. “Posso aiutarlo?”

“Do you speak English?” he blurted out.

Smiling and laughing softly she replied, “Yes,Signore.”

Realizing he was coming across as a rude American tourist, he backtracked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rude.”

“It is all right. What can I do for you?” she replied, still smiling.

“Is there a television or radio here anywhere? I need to try to find out about…ah about...”