Clara and John have arrived at John's parents' house in Venice. Thanks to the whining of a man less than half a century old, Clara had finally agreed to organize his return. And here they are.
Sitting on the balcony, enjoying the view of the canal which to John was normal, but not to Clara.
"It's beautiful here, I really like it," Clara said, fixing her gaze along the canal not far from where she was.
"Why did you decide to stay in a hotel when your home is so marvelous?" asked Clara, remembering how she had met John for the umpteenth time at the hotel.
John got up and walked to the edge of the balcony and gazed ahead.
"Shall I tell you why?" he asked, turning and looking at his wife, meaningfully. He then flashed a mischievous smile, to tease Clara.
