Rome.
Sunday, November 4.
Noon.
It was a perfect day, Ivo Palazzi thought, for visiting the Villa d'Este with Simonetta and their three beautiful daughters. As Ivo strolled through the fabled Tivoli Gardens arm in arm with his wife, watching the girls race ahead from fountain to splashing fountain, he idly wondered whether Pirro Ligorio, who had built the park for his patrons, the D'Este family, had ever dreamed how much joy he would one day give to millions of sightseers. The Villa d'Este was a short distance northeast of Rome, nestled high in the Sabine Hills. Ivo had been there often, but it always gave him a feeling of special pleasure to stand at the very top level and look down on the dozens of sparkling fountains below, each one cunningly designed, each one different from the others.
In the past Ivo had taken Donatella and his three sons here. How they had adored it! The thought of them made Ivo sad. He had not seen or talked to Donatella since that horrifying afternoon at the apartment. He still remembered vividly the terrible scratches she had inflicted on him. He knew what remorse she must be going through, and how she must be longing for him. Well, it would do her good to suffer for a while, as he had suflered. In his mind he could hear Donatella's voice, and she was saying, "Come along. This way, boys."
It was so clear it seemed almost real. He could hear her say, "Faster, Francesco!" and Ivo turned and Donatella was in back of him, with their three boys, moving determinedly toward him and Simonetta and the three girls. Ivo's first thought was that Donatella had happened to be here at the Tivoli Gardens by coincidence, but the instant he saw the expression on her face, he knew better. The putana was trying to bring his two families together, trying to destroy him! Ivo rose to the occasion like a madman.
He shouted to Simonetta, "There's something I must show you. Quickly, everybody."
And he swept his family down the long winding stone steps toward a lower level, pushing tourists aside, casting frantic glances over his shoulder. Above, Donatella and the boys were moving toward the steps. Ivo knew that if the boys saw him, everything was lost. All it needed was for one of them to shout "Papa!" and he might as well drown himself in the fountains. He hurried Simonetta and the girls along, not giving them a chance to pause, not daring to let them stop for an instant.
"Where are we rushing to?" Simonetta gasped. "What's the hurry?"
"It's a surprise," Ivo said gaily. "You'll see."
He risked another quick glance back. Donatella and the three boys were out of sight for the moment. Ahead was a labyrinth, with one set of stairs leading up and another leading down. Ivo chose the stairs going up.
"Come along," he called to the girls. "Whoever gets to the top first gets a prize!"
"Ivo! I'm exhausted!" Simonetta complained. "Can't we rest a minute?"
He looked at her in shock. "Rest? That would spoil the surprise. Hurry!"
He took Simonetta's arm and dragged her up the steep steps, his three daughters racing ahead of them. Ivo found himself gasping for breath. It would serve them all right, he thought bitterly, if I have a heart attack and die right here. Goddamn women! You can't trust any of them. How could she do this to me? She adores me. I'll kill the bitch for this.
He could visualize himself strangling Donatella in her bed. She was wearing nothing by a flimsy negligee. He ripped it off and began to mount her, while she screamed for mercy. Ivo could feel himself getting an erection.
"Can we stop now?" Simonetta begged.
"No! We're almost there!"
They had reached the upper level again. Ivo took a hasty look around. Donatella and the boys were nowhere in sight.
"Where are you taking us?" Simonetta demanded.
"You'll see," Ivo said hysterically. "Follow me!" He shoved them toward the exit.
Isabella, the oldest girl, said, "Are we leaving, Papa? We just got here!"
"We're going to a better place," Ivo panted. He glanced back. Coming into sight, climbing the stairs, were Donatella and the boys.
"Faster, girls!"
A moment later Ivo and one of his families were outside the gates of the Villa d'Este, racing toward their car on the large square.
"I've never seen you like this," Simonetta gasped.
"I've never been like this," Ivo said truthfully. He had the motor going before the car doors were closed, and he raced out of the parking lot like the devil was pursuing him.
"Ivo!"
He patted Simonetta's hand. "I want everybody to relax now. As a special treat I'm - I'm taking you to lunch at the Hassler."
They sat at a picture window overlooking the Spanish Steps, with Saint Peter's looming gloriously in the distance.
Simonetta and the children had a marvelous time. The food was delicious. Ivo could have been eating cardboard. His hands were trembling so badly that he could hardly hold his knife and fork. I can't stand much more of this, he thought. I'm not going to let her ruin my life.
For he had no doubt now that that was exactly what Donatella intended to do. Il giuoco e stato fatto. The game was up. Unless he could find a way to give Donatella the money she was demanding.
He had to get it. It did not matter how.
