We mounted the stairs in an electric silence. Massimo turned to smile at me before opening the door.
At one point that summer my husband looked at me with a sly smile and said, "You know, we've been married almost seven years, think we'll get the itch?"
When I was a kid, my older brother used to grab me by the waist and throw me over his shoulder. He would swoop in catching me off guard with a triumphant, "HAHA! Gotcha!"