Chapter 18

“No,” said Dominic, deciding not to share just where he was from at the moment. There were occasionally people who did not like tourists, especially if they were from the States, and he was depending on this guy to get him to the bridge and home.

“I have to tell you,” said Dominic, “I saw you in the play and you guys were great. How did you make all those costume changes so quickly?”

The man laughed. “So you noticed that, did you? We have to have everything set out just so backstage, ready to put on in a hurry. If you so much as make one mistake and put something on backwards, you’ll miss your next cue. Actually, I did that once and had to go out on stage with my pants on backwards. I made sure I never made that mistake again.”

There was a short, awkward pause in the conversation, then the man held out his hand and said, “I’m Alessandro, but everyone just calls me Sandro.”

“Dominic.” The man’s hand was large, with long fingers, matching his tall and lanky frame.