"Nan-" They were still sitting by the stove, and Nan was lighting a cigarette. "Nan-do you guess why I've come?"
Nan threw away the match.
"No, mother. How should I?... One does come to Rome, I suppose, if one gets a chance."
"Oh, I've not come to see Rome. I know Rome. Long before you were born.... I've come to see you. And to take you ba