The Road to Port Haven (Chapter 5­, page 1 of 18)

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Kara giggled to herself as she read her book.

'Would you care to share?' Guiseppe asked her as he got out his paring knife and, cutting against a thumb bearing an intaglio of fine surface-scratches, began slicing a plate of apple, cheese, meat and crackers for both of them. 'What are you reading?'

Kara sat on a three-legged stool beside the windmill's little cookstove as Guiseppe sat at a table by the window. They were taking a break from irrigating the fields that lay on the hillsides to the west of the windmill. The fields were so well hidden from view from the Casa that until recently Kara hadn't known of their existence.

'It's a romance story,' Kara told him. 'It's just awful! The Señora was going through the library and decided to throw out a bunch of old books.'

'If it is so bad, then why are you reading it?' Guiseppe asked her.

Kara shrugged as she accepted some food from the plate Guiseppe proffered. 'I don't know. I suppose it's because there are parts that I do like. The stories are always set in some far-off, exotic place. That in itself is romantic.'

'H'm. Well, we must have very different ideas about what is romantic- say, isn't that your friend, Anana, riding in on horseback?'

'Anana? Here?' Kara bounced up from her perch, gave a squeal of excitement, and went running out to meet her. 'Anana! Are you here all by yourself? Where is your bambino? Would you like to share our lunch?' She stopped herself when she noticed the bemused look in Anana's eyes.

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