“She was treading carefully, though whether from a general nervousness with boats or because she was wearing her best clothes was not clear. ‘Picnics are always popular, sir: plenty of time to talk, and private too.’ I looked at him, at the small boat, and back to him. Somehow I saw little room for privacy. He winked again. ‘I am deaf and blind. It is part of our training. It’s a miracle we find our way round the city and across the lagoon. Murano?’ I nodded. It was far enough to make a nice eve...ning trip, and although parts of the island were filthy with the waste from the glassmakers, every gondolier was skilled at ensuring his passengers enjoyed a civilized arrival and departure, preferably clutching an expensive glass object made by his ‘cousin’. Yasmeen settled into the wide seat and I sat next to her. She seemed as nervous as I was, and as we set off across the lagoon we both realized we had left as much space as possible between us. I leaned towards her. ‘Shall we both move in a bit?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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