The village was something out of a travel brochure. It had little narrow streets and age old buildings that had been there for hundreds of years, and cobblestone and brick streets. Brian helped Khaat out carefully, making sure she had steady footing before he took her stick out of the van and handed it to her. "Now, you hold tight to me," he told her. "It won't be so easy walking on this uneven pavement."
"Aren't you being a bit protective?" she asked.
"No," he replied firmly, wrapping her hand around his arm. "And use that stick. Don't just carry it."
They visited several shops and Brian bought a number of specialty food items, local cheeses, smoked meats, fresh produce and other things. Khaat so far had bought very little.
The moment they entered the Giovanni shop, Khaat was stunned and amazed. Every inch held a new wonder that fascinated her. She could hardly take it all in.
"Uh oh," Brian laughed. "I think my checkbook is about to feel a pinch." She wandered off from him to go look at a rack of stunning lace dresses and robes and nightgowns. They were outstanding, and Khaat fell in love with several of them at first sight. She looked back for Brian who had simply followed her, glad to see her smile again. When she looked back for him, he just nodded. "Anything you want, Baby," he said. "Even if it means we buy the store. If you want it, buy it."
"Really?" she asked.
"Really," he said, kissing her forehead softly