She and her brother had stopped going there much in the last few years. Theyd wanted to travel and see other places. Como and Magregio were not all there was. She laughed. I loved her laugh, so natural and free. An hour later we were there, parking the car under the trees and walking up the wet path past the vegetable garden, in the rain, up to the house. It was very dark inside Where are your parents?' I asked In Como, she replied. "Why? Well, I thought theyd be here, doing weekend gardening and things I answeied, still rather surprised. The old family house, she'd said, and d thought the family would be there She turned round, very slowly, and walked over to stand